Ride
I was down to ride for my niggas
I was down to slide for my niggas
I promise in due time you gone feel us
Look, Uhh, Look
I was down to ride for my niggas
Die for my niggas
But niggas be in disguise
So I be watching all these bitches
Cut ties wit the niggas that reside in they feelings
Aint nobody gave me shit
I had to grind for them pennies
Dressed in fly shit
I could make shit fly like pigeon
Tribe nigga I'm official
Can't a nigga tell me different
Need stars in the ceiling
Pop Dusse when I'm in it
Pop bras while she suckin on a
Broad in a Bentley
Hope, she ain't in her feelins
Baby know a nigga winning
She gone know I'm in the building
When everybody get to looking
Ain't no nigga in my circle that
You could pay for snitchin
Grab my 5th in then I'm dipping
Need a uber but I'm dippin
In my Range Rover
I'm in my Range Rover
White on black like dominos
Rollin on that Escobar
I'm high we movin kinda slow
200 on the throttle tho
Neck look like a pot of gold
A stack would make her booty roll
A band would make her pussy show
My niggas move ahead of me
Show love or they show weaponry
Ain't none y'all aint a test to me
Purebred, I got that pedigree
Robbin niggas paid the bills
Cuz jail ain't been a threat to me
I'm honestly the best rookie
Yo level aint a step to me
Apologize for what, I'm in the front
These niggas after me
Fuck niggas gone hate but thats okay
Cuz they ain't passin me
Nono who they tryna be
Why these niggas mad at me
If I ain't tryna kill him
I swear to God I'm leaving casualties
Hoppin out the roof of my coupe why you mad
See I aint disrespectful
This the truth, you just sad
A couple niggas wit me
Got some tools in the back
Pull up on a nigga like I got Home Depot in the Lac
Promise I ain't the one to fuck wit
Quiet cuz my gun big
I don't want no smoke
But I'm gone smoke him if he ask for it
Told not to trust a man
Only trust the patterns in him
Cuz real niggas walk but we don't move
Unless the action wit us
Real nigga passion in me
I just killed a 5th of Henny
I ain't got no tour bus
This sprinter van gone do it for me
You don't want no problems
We catch felonies professionally
Police can't find evidence
But evident we made a scene
I was down to ride for my niggas
I was down to slide for my niggas
I promise in due time you gone feel us
I was down to ride
I was down to slide for my niggas
I promise in due time you gone feel us
Look, Uhh, Look
I was down to ride for my niggas
Die for my niggas
But niggas be in disguise
So I be watching all these bitches
Cut ties wit the niggas that reside in they feelings
Aint nobody gave me shit
I had to grind for them pennies
Dressed in fly shit
I could make shit fly like pigeon
Tribe nigga I'm official
Can't a nigga tell me different
Need stars in the ceiling
Pop Dusse when I'm in it
Pop bras while she suckin on a
Broad in a Bentley
Hope, she ain't in her feelins
Baby know a nigga winning
She gone know I'm in the building
When everybody get to looking
Ain't no nigga in my circle that
You could pay for snitchin
Grab my 5th in then I'm dipping
Need a uber but I'm dippin
In my Range Rover
I'm in my Range Rover
White on black like dominos
Rollin on that Escobar
I'm high we movin kinda slow
200 on the throttle tho
Neck look like a pot of gold
A stack would make her booty roll
A band would make her pussy show
My niggas move ahead of me
Show love or they show weaponry
Ain't none y'all aint a test to me
Purebred, I got that pedigree
Robbin niggas paid the bills
Cuz jail ain't been a threat to me
I'm honestly the best rookie
Yo level aint a step to me
Apologize for what, I'm in the front
These niggas after me
Fuck niggas gone hate but thats okay
Cuz they ain't passin me
Nono who they tryna be
Why these niggas mad at me
If I ain't tryna kill him
I swear to God I'm leaving casualties
Hoppin out the roof of my coupe why you mad
See I aint disrespectful
This the truth, you just sad
A couple niggas wit me
Got some tools in the back
Pull up on a nigga like I got Home Depot in the Lac
Promise I ain't the one to fuck wit
Quiet cuz my gun big
I don't want no smoke
But I'm gone smoke him if he ask for it
Told not to trust a man
Only trust the patterns in him
Cuz real niggas walk but we don't move
Unless the action wit us
Real nigga passion in me
I just killed a 5th of Henny
I ain't got no tour bus
This sprinter van gone do it for me
You don't want no problems
We catch felonies professionally
Police can't find evidence
But evident we made a scene
I was down to ride for my niggas
I was down to slide for my niggas
I promise in due time you gone feel us
I was down to ride
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Writer(s): Dishio Thomas
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