Ride or Die
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Yeah Yeah
Camo, Yeah
Loyalty, I don't need no love
I don't need no love
Fuck it, I'm a
Yuh, Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
I'm a ride or die yuh
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Started this shit at my mom's house
You askin' me what the fuss is about
I just been rapping and fuckin around
Salty that I've been promoting my sounds
Did some bad shit with the cops all around
Asking if I'm gonna shoot all my rounds
Imma say no cause I don't own shit
Only shit I own is the Yves Saint Laurent
I didn't start to deposit
I didn't start shit to make profits
I started this shit in my closet
And now they ask me for my hundreds
Up and they coming, so jealous
I said in a song that I'm reckless
That is a fact if you still asking me
Gio making beats, split a hunnid, on me
Paper so thin like I'm gumbo
I am so fly like I'm Dumbo
I am so loyal, got one hoe
This is the start like a drumroll
You gettin' lost with a city map
Lost in the game and you really mad
I'm a Lil kid, but a busy man
Got to ride or die, like a piggyback
Stuck to the blues, no 1's
Stuck in a bubble no gum
Never heard a flow like mine
I still talk about the diamonds that shine
I don't know why they offer me all the woods
Maybe its because I been up to no good
And they want a vid to blow up on the Snap
Of the kid who wants to write all the raps
And I done messed up in my life before
And I wanna do good, that shits a chore
And the people in my way, shit, there's the door
And they don't understand that's in my core
Hit it upside down, I'm going down, I'm going up
Bitches make a frown, zero clowns, zero fucks
Draco like a light, I'm doing rights, in my own way
Shut your mouth, it's time to talk, I've got nothing to say
NES, controllers in my hands, like a retro
Bustin up the beats, yeah we boomin' like the Metro
Bitches keep on hating, they can't see me cause I'm Camo
Thotties ain't a match, so I light them up a candle
Now I wasn't diagnosed with that sad shit
But I used to have braces like the backpack kid
And I was a good kid, No strap hanging
Hermes on the Balmain's, with a black jacket
Now I wasn't diagnosed with that sad shit
But I used to have braces like the backpack kid
And I was a good kid, No strap hanging
Hermes on the Balmain's, with a black jacket
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Yeah Yeah
Camo, Yeah
Loyalty, I don't need no love
I don't need no love
Fuck it, I'm a
Yuh, Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
I'm a ride or die yuh
Ride Or Die, Ride Or Die, Yuh
Started this shit at my mom's house
You askin' me what the fuss is about
I just been rapping and fuckin around
Salty that I've been promoting my sounds
Did some bad shit with the cops all around
Asking if I'm gonna shoot all my rounds
Imma say no cause I don't own shit
Only shit I own is the Yves Saint Laurent
I didn't start to deposit
I didn't start shit to make profits
I started this shit in my closet
And now they ask me for my hundreds
Up and they coming, so jealous
I said in a song that I'm reckless
That is a fact if you still asking me
Gio making beats, split a hunnid, on me
Paper so thin like I'm gumbo
I am so fly like I'm Dumbo
I am so loyal, got one hoe
This is the start like a drumroll
You gettin' lost with a city map
Lost in the game and you really mad
I'm a Lil kid, but a busy man
Got to ride or die, like a piggyback
Stuck to the blues, no 1's
Stuck in a bubble no gum
Never heard a flow like mine
I still talk about the diamonds that shine
I don't know why they offer me all the woods
Maybe its because I been up to no good
And they want a vid to blow up on the Snap
Of the kid who wants to write all the raps
And I done messed up in my life before
And I wanna do good, that shits a chore
And the people in my way, shit, there's the door
And they don't understand that's in my core
Hit it upside down, I'm going down, I'm going up
Bitches make a frown, zero clowns, zero fucks
Draco like a light, I'm doing rights, in my own way
Shut your mouth, it's time to talk, I've got nothing to say
NES, controllers in my hands, like a retro
Bustin up the beats, yeah we boomin' like the Metro
Bitches keep on hating, they can't see me cause I'm Camo
Thotties ain't a match, so I light them up a candle
Now I wasn't diagnosed with that sad shit
But I used to have braces like the backpack kid
And I was a good kid, No strap hanging
Hermes on the Balmain's, with a black jacket
Now I wasn't diagnosed with that sad shit
But I used to have braces like the backpack kid
And I was a good kid, No strap hanging
Hermes on the Balmain's, with a black jacket
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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