Ride
And they all be lookin
Round round round
But they can't seem to show their faces
Shorty ride wit me
Now now now
Girl Let me love your body naked
G'd up flossed up
Cuz we up right now
So they can't seem to stop that hatin'
Time flys baby
We gotta boss up now
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
Yung Mio told them boys don't quit
Nah just stick to the plan
Ever since a jit been dreaming
Ima run up the bands
Through the storm
Boy I survived
My mind a hurricane
Hadda keep my composure
A nigga always kept it G
Can't wait till Jets and wraiths
Take us to far away places
I put my soul into this music
Because this shit my therapy
Now ima focus on this money, music, dreams, and aspirations
And I'm true to myself
No way the fame can change me
I Lost a couple soldiers
I done felt my heart breakin
And they these distant days
I can't be locked in them cages
Threw a band up in the air
Count it
Doin my rain dance
Tryna slow my roll like shhh
But my mind keep racing
And threw it all I can't forget
I wouldn't have had this shit
If it wasn't for you
I'd see that penitentiary
Choppa sing its song
I love to play wit sticks
Kept that fire in my soul
And that flame on my hip
Shorty you can play my song
And you can tell your friends
I knew I seen you before
You model Instagram
I can't give that hoe attention
I got too big of plans
I'm running north up the field
I conquer opposition
Told them boys we don't play
Send my dawg on a mission
If you can't take it shorty fine
Baby just keep your distance
But if you roll with me
We gotta run up them digits
You can't just sit back and listen
God introduced me to this music
I feel this shit in my soul
Running from the jakes and cameras
But don't test me I'll blow
Keep an extedo round me
They treat my life like a show
I might not trust you but I love you
Baby hold me close
And they all be lookin
Round round round
But they can't seem to show their faces
Shorty ride wit me
Now now now
Girl Let me love your body naked
G'd up flossed up
Cuz we up right now
So they can't seem to stop that hatin'
Time flys baby
We gotta boss up now
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
Round round round
But they can't seem to show their faces
Shorty ride wit me
Now now now
Girl Let me love your body naked
G'd up flossed up
Cuz we up right now
So they can't seem to stop that hatin'
Time flys baby
We gotta boss up now
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
Yung Mio told them boys don't quit
Nah just stick to the plan
Ever since a jit been dreaming
Ima run up the bands
Through the storm
Boy I survived
My mind a hurricane
Hadda keep my composure
A nigga always kept it G
Can't wait till Jets and wraiths
Take us to far away places
I put my soul into this music
Because this shit my therapy
Now ima focus on this money, music, dreams, and aspirations
And I'm true to myself
No way the fame can change me
I Lost a couple soldiers
I done felt my heart breakin
And they these distant days
I can't be locked in them cages
Threw a band up in the air
Count it
Doin my rain dance
Tryna slow my roll like shhh
But my mind keep racing
And threw it all I can't forget
I wouldn't have had this shit
If it wasn't for you
I'd see that penitentiary
Choppa sing its song
I love to play wit sticks
Kept that fire in my soul
And that flame on my hip
Shorty you can play my song
And you can tell your friends
I knew I seen you before
You model Instagram
I can't give that hoe attention
I got too big of plans
I'm running north up the field
I conquer opposition
Told them boys we don't play
Send my dawg on a mission
If you can't take it shorty fine
Baby just keep your distance
But if you roll with me
We gotta run up them digits
You can't just sit back and listen
God introduced me to this music
I feel this shit in my soul
Running from the jakes and cameras
But don't test me I'll blow
Keep an extedo round me
They treat my life like a show
I might not trust you but I love you
Baby hold me close
And they all be lookin
Round round round
But they can't seem to show their faces
Shorty ride wit me
Now now now
Girl Let me love your body naked
G'd up flossed up
Cuz we up right now
So they can't seem to stop that hatin'
Time flys baby
We gotta boss up now
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
I can be fucking wit these lame ones
Credits
Writer(s): Emilio Talarico
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