Ride Or Die
Bae
If I'm lying then I'm flying
How you shit on bitches when you not even trying
If you want it then I'm buying
And she don't give a fuck bout the pressure you applying
And she call me by my government
Every time i hit it she don't like it she be lovin it
Big buns on my bitch I'm boutta butter it
Pull it out painting on her face I'm boutta color it
Yup
She a ride or die
And that pain was in the past baby dry ya eye
Out in Philly and we flying high
I'm a munch for my bitch eat it like a pie
Drinkin casa then she turn to a freak hoe
Turn my phone off I'm going incognito
Say she love me cus i got a big ego
They wrote us off but we ain't write back like Geno
Hold up
Bring it back Bae
You da best let me put it on a plaque Bae
When she want it she say let me suck the sack Bae
So I'm tryna hit it back to back to back Bae
Let me lock in
Before i fuck up
Andrew on the colts let me luck up
When i tell her count chicken tell her cluck up
Give her five hunnit every time she hit the gluck gluck
My bitch know what i need
And she know when to hit it wit the speed
I'm a big dog
I'm a rare breed
She tell me hit it hard like Apollo creed
Diamond teardrop on the ring
Bitch kno that she fuckin wit the king
Locked in four L no this ain't no fling
Pulling up then I'm pullin on ya new g string
We thing one and thing two
Baby stay on my head like some shampoo
I'm tryna dip in it like fondue
Pulling on her hair sweating out the track glue
If I'm lying then I'm flying
How you shit on bitches when you not even trying
If you want it then I'm buying
And she don't give a fuck bout the pressure you applying
And she call me by my government
Every time i hit it she don't like it she be lovin it
Big buns on my bitch I'm boutta butter it
Pull it out painting on her face I'm boutta color it
Yup
She a ride or die
And that pain was in the past baby dry ya eye
Out in Philly and we flying high
I'm a munch for my bitch eat it like a pie
Drinkin casa then she turn to a freak hoe
Turn my phone off I'm going incognito
Say she love me cus i got a big ego
They wrote us off but we ain't write back like Geno
Hold up
Bring it back Bae
You da best let me put it on a plaque Bae
When she want it she say let me suck the sack Bae
So I'm tryna hit it back to back to back Bae
Let me lock in
Before i fuck up
Andrew on the colts let me luck up
When i tell her count chicken tell her cluck up
Give her five hunnit every time she hit the gluck gluck
My bitch know what i need
And she know when to hit it wit the speed
I'm a big dog
I'm a rare breed
She tell me hit it hard like Apollo creed
Diamond teardrop on the ring
Bitch kno that she fuckin wit the king
Locked in four L no this ain't no fling
Pulling up then I'm pullin on ya new g string
We thing one and thing two
Baby stay on my head like some shampoo
I'm tryna dip in it like fondue
Pulling on her hair sweating out the track glue
Credits
Writer(s): Nasir Saahir
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