Ride Slow, Die Quick

Ride Slow, Die Quick
Youngin' we got that ignorance
Ride Slow, Die Quick
How we livin' is my preference
Ride Slow, Die Quick
Youngin' we got that ignorance
Ride Slow, Die Quick
How we livin' is my preference

Ride Slow, Die Quick
We pullin' up with the optics
Get in then get out
Then we hit the fast route
40 in the dash, boutta do the dash out
What I do, I do just to make the fam proud yuh

I got no time for these fuck boys
Fuck with me you will get destroyed
I am the guy you should avoid
Dumb boy
You toy
Shooters by me, they never miss
Come at you, just like a blitz
Never catch me in the same outfit
All your money is counterfeit, bitch

Smoke 'till I pass out
Drink 'till I black out
Yuh Yuh
One shot, two shot, three shot, four (aye)
I got two thots at my door (bitch)
She got that good kitty, I think I'm addicted
She wanted a baby, you know what my dick did
Give me an ounce, you know imma flip it
Give me a lighter, you know imma flick it
Don't play me, no fuckin' games
I want money, don't need no fame
Driving in the civic, we stay pushing limits
That's how we been steady living
(motherfucker)



Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Loredo-lopez
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