Ride Together (feat. Singh Mahal)
Yeah you ready to ride
Man I was born ready to ride what's the word homie
Shit you already know what I'm on
I know I know well this what it sound like
When we ride on our enemies
If they got a problem witchu they gotta problem with me
Obviously I stay strapped dawg I pop em for free
Loyalty is priceless when you up in these streets
Yo I ain't trynna go to jail that's why I'm ducking police
Shoutout to all the hustlers that be bumping our beats
My mom dukes up in the kitchen making something to eat
It's the mothafuckin' general ready for war
Kick down your door and leave you dead on the floor
Yo what you working with
I got machetes and swords
Aight cool dog I got my nine mill in the drawer
We talking Big money big whips
Big guns with big clips
Suicidal shit get your wrist slit
Kill yourself
They don't rep they city like we rep ours
Around here blood splatter for money respect power
All these cowards get devoured
Devour all these cowards
Disrespect my brodie get wet up with led showers
If I ride
Then You ride
We ride together
Pass me the blunt we gon stay high forever
Yo this the take over boy go ahead apply pressure
Would you blast for me
I'll empty the whole clip fam
Plus I got the blade on me just Incase that shit jam
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Catching cases at a fast rate ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle till the morning never stop until the cash came
If you got locked would you lie to the judge for me
Hell yeah I got your back ain't nothing but love homie
Ight bet that was test you passed with flying colors
Loyal like my pitbull with lockjaw up on you suckas
Grr get em ha ha get em
This thug shit up in my jeans I ain't talking bout no denim
Anybody cross the line an early grave is where I send em
Don't ever throw dirt on my name
Dog I won't let em
Murderous mindstate boosting the crime rate
Imma keep the thang on me till my dying days
We got it out the mud one time for the motherland
Out here clocking dollars wit hunnids and rubber bands
Yo when I get to bucking everybody get to ducking
Suckas dying over pussy that they ain't even fuckin
If I ride
Then You ride
We ride together
Pass me the blunt we gon stay high forever
Yo this the take over boy go ahead apply pressure
Would you blast for me
I'll empty the whole clip fam
Plus I got the blade on me just Incase that shit jam
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Man I was born ready to ride what's the word homie
Shit you already know what I'm on
I know I know well this what it sound like
When we ride on our enemies
If they got a problem witchu they gotta problem with me
Obviously I stay strapped dawg I pop em for free
Loyalty is priceless when you up in these streets
Yo I ain't trynna go to jail that's why I'm ducking police
Shoutout to all the hustlers that be bumping our beats
My mom dukes up in the kitchen making something to eat
It's the mothafuckin' general ready for war
Kick down your door and leave you dead on the floor
Yo what you working with
I got machetes and swords
Aight cool dog I got my nine mill in the drawer
We talking Big money big whips
Big guns with big clips
Suicidal shit get your wrist slit
Kill yourself
They don't rep they city like we rep ours
Around here blood splatter for money respect power
All these cowards get devoured
Devour all these cowards
Disrespect my brodie get wet up with led showers
If I ride
Then You ride
We ride together
Pass me the blunt we gon stay high forever
Yo this the take over boy go ahead apply pressure
Would you blast for me
I'll empty the whole clip fam
Plus I got the blade on me just Incase that shit jam
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Catching cases at a fast rate ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle till the morning never stop until the cash came
If you got locked would you lie to the judge for me
Hell yeah I got your back ain't nothing but love homie
Ight bet that was test you passed with flying colors
Loyal like my pitbull with lockjaw up on you suckas
Grr get em ha ha get em
This thug shit up in my jeans I ain't talking bout no denim
Anybody cross the line an early grave is where I send em
Don't ever throw dirt on my name
Dog I won't let em
Murderous mindstate boosting the crime rate
Imma keep the thang on me till my dying days
We got it out the mud one time for the motherland
Out here clocking dollars wit hunnids and rubber bands
Yo when I get to bucking everybody get to ducking
Suckas dying over pussy that they ain't even fuckin
If I ride
Then You ride
We ride together
Pass me the blunt we gon stay high forever
Yo this the take over boy go ahead apply pressure
Would you blast for me
I'll empty the whole clip fam
Plus I got the blade on me just Incase that shit jam
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Ight let's get back to this money trynna get rich man
Credits
Writer(s): Junti Bains
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