Ride for me
Uh would you ride for me
Would you put the gun down
Would you die for me
Aye or would you ride for me
Aye would you ride for me
Saying would you ride for me
Lil baby wanna die for me
Aye saying would you ride for me
I wanna know
If you would ride for me
And I ain't really got no expectations
For this song
I just get up in the studio
I know what's wrong and what's right
Aye I don't care how this sound yeah
I'm driving around
Uh driving in the town
Lincoln on my brain yeah lincoln in
Me now yeah I'm driving around
Uh with the boo thang
Yeah we all claim homie in the chain
Gang said he throwing up some
Homie what do you claim
Yeah I'm seeing the devil
I'm sending shots to his brain
He throwing up some
Devil what the hell you claim
Oh yeah boy you know my name
Said Fresco up now boy
Yeah we all claim
Said it's a big body four door we
Switching lanes you can get gapped
Boy I ain't playing games
Said I ain't playing games homie yeah
We all claim If your coming at me
I'm sending shots to your brain
I'm sending shots at his brain
If he throwing up something
Homie what do you claim
Said we in the god gang
Yeah we in the god gang and
We all rock cross chains
Yeah we all rock chains
In the god god gang yeah god
God gang yeah you can get got
Driving down your block
With a street sweeper
Mop and yeah I love my mom yeah
I put her at the top alongside heaven
Where god dwells now
And you can get shot
Yeah I'm driving around with this
Street sweeper mop
I'm shooting out the window boy
I'm driver and the shooter I don't
Need to hop out cause
I'll just skirt off later yeah
Said the devil ain't got none on me
Boy we popping out at his hood
And we put him six feet
Aye and don't test me
I've got god on my side
Who can be against me
And don't get me wrong yeah
I really love god
I'm going down this road and
It's getting kind of cold
I ain't lonely tho I've got my girl tho
And I got god on my side
Rooting for me
Boy we popping out with the nines
And the glocks said we put the beam
On it boy it ain't no stock
Said boy it ain't no stock
Cursing on my name cursing on god
Cursing on my name and
You can get got yeah
Man F the chorus I don't really care
About it yeah I'm speaking from the
Heart yeah I'm really bout it
The devil coming at me I'm sending
Shots about it I don't have to put the
Gun down but I can fight about it
Yeah I got hands tho registered
Weapons boy you do not want
The smoke
Would you put the gun down
Would you die for me
Aye or would you ride for me
Aye would you ride for me
Saying would you ride for me
Lil baby wanna die for me
Aye saying would you ride for me
I wanna know
If you would ride for me
And I ain't really got no expectations
For this song
I just get up in the studio
I know what's wrong and what's right
Aye I don't care how this sound yeah
I'm driving around
Uh driving in the town
Lincoln on my brain yeah lincoln in
Me now yeah I'm driving around
Uh with the boo thang
Yeah we all claim homie in the chain
Gang said he throwing up some
Homie what do you claim
Yeah I'm seeing the devil
I'm sending shots to his brain
He throwing up some
Devil what the hell you claim
Oh yeah boy you know my name
Said Fresco up now boy
Yeah we all claim
Said it's a big body four door we
Switching lanes you can get gapped
Boy I ain't playing games
Said I ain't playing games homie yeah
We all claim If your coming at me
I'm sending shots to your brain
I'm sending shots at his brain
If he throwing up something
Homie what do you claim
Said we in the god gang
Yeah we in the god gang and
We all rock cross chains
Yeah we all rock chains
In the god god gang yeah god
God gang yeah you can get got
Driving down your block
With a street sweeper
Mop and yeah I love my mom yeah
I put her at the top alongside heaven
Where god dwells now
And you can get shot
Yeah I'm driving around with this
Street sweeper mop
I'm shooting out the window boy
I'm driver and the shooter I don't
Need to hop out cause
I'll just skirt off later yeah
Said the devil ain't got none on me
Boy we popping out at his hood
And we put him six feet
Aye and don't test me
I've got god on my side
Who can be against me
And don't get me wrong yeah
I really love god
I'm going down this road and
It's getting kind of cold
I ain't lonely tho I've got my girl tho
And I got god on my side
Rooting for me
Boy we popping out with the nines
And the glocks said we put the beam
On it boy it ain't no stock
Said boy it ain't no stock
Cursing on my name cursing on god
Cursing on my name and
You can get got yeah
Man F the chorus I don't really care
About it yeah I'm speaking from the
Heart yeah I'm really bout it
The devil coming at me I'm sending
Shots about it I don't have to put the
Gun down but I can fight about it
Yeah I got hands tho registered
Weapons boy you do not want
The smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Chenault
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