RIDEOUT
Mane it's time to ride out
I swear we packing iron now (Yeah)
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now (Yeah)
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
I swear we slanging iron I once told these niggas
But now I'm done talking I must show these niggas
Since I lost my brother I don't trust a fucking soul
And I'm clutching on that pole
Yeah I'm quick to let it blow
If you got pressure nigga let me know
Pull up in a ghost with the Glock
Me and lil dmo
We want the smoke this ain't no motherfucking joke
Put that iron to your neck and make you motherfucking choke
We want the smoke
On the 4 this for pimp LOKO ima blow
We want the smoke
On the 4 this for pimp LOKO that's my bro (Yeah, yeah)
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Post up on your block
We act a fool, we got them sticks out
She thinking that she cool
She ain't my bitch
She getting kicked out
I finally copped a rollie
Now that bitch don't even tick now
My nigga ARO hit my line
He told me bring the bricks out
But fuck it wait a minute
I been riding in that 4 door
And I'm going slow
Fuck it gone go slow mo
I send my niggas at her
Then you know they fucking yo hoe
Cause they know that we riding out
Nigga acting tuff, the Glock
Gone put his ass in time out
You wanna know about me
Hit me up and you can find out
And all my diamonds blinging
Yea you know them bitches shine
I'm all about my money
Yea I can't be wasting time
Hell nah nigga
I swear we packing iron now (Yeah)
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now (Yeah)
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
I swear we slanging iron I once told these niggas
But now I'm done talking I must show these niggas
Since I lost my brother I don't trust a fucking soul
And I'm clutching on that pole
Yeah I'm quick to let it blow
If you got pressure nigga let me know
Pull up in a ghost with the Glock
Me and lil dmo
We want the smoke this ain't no motherfucking joke
Put that iron to your neck and make you motherfucking choke
We want the smoke
On the 4 this for pimp LOKO ima blow
We want the smoke
On the 4 this for pimp LOKO that's my bro (Yeah, yeah)
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Mane we finna ride out
I swear we packing iron now
Since we finna slide now
Them pussies tryna hide now
But when I catch you lacking
Ima show you what this nine bout
And I ain't aiming chest
Ima blow yo fucking mind out
Post up on your block
We act a fool, we got them sticks out
She thinking that she cool
She ain't my bitch
She getting kicked out
I finally copped a rollie
Now that bitch don't even tick now
My nigga ARO hit my line
He told me bring the bricks out
But fuck it wait a minute
I been riding in that 4 door
And I'm going slow
Fuck it gone go slow mo
I send my niggas at her
Then you know they fucking yo hoe
Cause they know that we riding out
Nigga acting tuff, the Glock
Gone put his ass in time out
You wanna know about me
Hit me up and you can find out
And all my diamonds blinging
Yea you know them bitches shine
I'm all about my money
Yea I can't be wasting time
Hell nah nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Castillo, David R Iv Nicoll, Tony (anthony S.) Brock, Osyln Sullivan, Gustavo Clarke
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