Hills

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Yuh
My shooter asked me what I want, bitch, I say, "Headshots"
And I'm skrrtin' off all in that Ghost since I'm a dead guy
Hol' up, we gon' leave you lit, that's a promise, not a threat
I call BooBonz and it's go-time
And we really makin' movies, all my shooters think it's showtime
If a pussy-ass nigga want the smoke, we can rеally make it happen
Bitch, I'm Reggiе Miller from the three
I'm bustin' threes at your mothafuckin' cap fitted
When I hear your name 'round the block, boy, they say you ain't valid
Mixin' all the Runtz with the cereal milk and salad
Nigga, it's murder she wrote
Poppin' all on these drugs, I can't feel my toes
Blues and blues and blues and, put my in comatose
I'm gettin' rich, you broke as shit, you ain't got no glows
That's just how it go
I'm remixin' all the pints, I give him Karo, case closed
I don't wear no cape, so, nigga, I ain't gotta save hoes
I was fuckin' all up on his main bitch and he ain't know
Ayy, numb her like a Perc' with my dick inside her damn throat
Ever since a jit, bustin' magics out the bankroll

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Yuh
Lil' mama asked me what I want, bitch, I said, "Dead top" (Okay)
That ain't no ketchup on your shirt, man, that's a red dot (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm posted with the dope dealers
We can't do no broke business (Okay)
It's grams out the circle
That's equivalent to scope-kills (Yeah-yeah)
I fucked that bitch right out her track
'Cause she too hot to spoke with it (Mm)
Posted up with cold killers (Yuh), late-night on a dope mission (Yuh)
We can't leave no track marks
My past gave me a black heart but now I'm swipin' black cards (Okay)
Out here, used to splat (Okay), but now we buyin' things (Yuh)
Pull the money out the pussy
Turn 'em to some M's, shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got three diamonds on my fist
I turned up to some sick shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Rebound on me 'fore she jumpin' on my dick

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings



Credits
Writer(s): James Duval, Isaiah Rivera, Victor Estefan
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