Ruff Rider
(Damn, Trademark)
(Tuned up)
Uh
Uh-uh, turnt up, push it in a body bag
We can't find you, then we gon' go out and play many man
Nobody can't stop this, we pop out and do your man
We gon' make the block bleed, we don't care 'bout who you is
You can catch me on the Northside when I drive her
Thug life like Pac, I'm a rough rider
Where I'm at, my Draco go, I'm a soul survivor
Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, killin' all my rivals
Who want smoke with me? I blink and get you gone
'Nother opp, another body, 'nother nigga that got sewed
Pass the work, my bro gon' blick his ass, he tryna get him gone
Fuck that shit, I'm like
"Bro, leave his ass, he'll bleed out on his own" (Sike)
We want murder, blood in the streets
Swerve 'round town, heard they comin' after me
Yeah, I'm down to kill everybody
They just gon' snake me, all alone, I'm in my head plottin'
I think the feds watchin'
Fifty bands stuffed in the roof, these niggas not bulletproof
Homicide or genocide, don't matter, nigga, we hit your crew
Everybody count, bitch, even all them niggas new
Checkmate, yeah, we just put a opp on the news
Uh-uh, turnt up, push it in a body bag
We can't find you, then we gon' go out and play many man
Nobody can't stop this, we pop out and do your man
We gon' make the block bleed, we don't care 'bout who you is
You can catch me on the Northside when I drive her
Thug life like Pac, I'm a rough rider
Where I'm at, my Draco go, I'm a soul survivor
Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, killin' all my rivals
(Tuned up)
Uh
Uh-uh, turnt up, push it in a body bag
We can't find you, then we gon' go out and play many man
Nobody can't stop this, we pop out and do your man
We gon' make the block bleed, we don't care 'bout who you is
You can catch me on the Northside when I drive her
Thug life like Pac, I'm a rough rider
Where I'm at, my Draco go, I'm a soul survivor
Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, killin' all my rivals
Who want smoke with me? I blink and get you gone
'Nother opp, another body, 'nother nigga that got sewed
Pass the work, my bro gon' blick his ass, he tryna get him gone
Fuck that shit, I'm like
"Bro, leave his ass, he'll bleed out on his own" (Sike)
We want murder, blood in the streets
Swerve 'round town, heard they comin' after me
Yeah, I'm down to kill everybody
They just gon' snake me, all alone, I'm in my head plottin'
I think the feds watchin'
Fifty bands stuffed in the roof, these niggas not bulletproof
Homicide or genocide, don't matter, nigga, we hit your crew
Everybody count, bitch, even all them niggas new
Checkmate, yeah, we just put a opp on the news
Uh-uh, turnt up, push it in a body bag
We can't find you, then we gon' go out and play many man
Nobody can't stop this, we pop out and do your man
We gon' make the block bleed, we don't care 'bout who you is
You can catch me on the Northside when I drive her
Thug life like Pac, I'm a rough rider
Where I'm at, my Draco go, I'm a soul survivor
Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, killin' all my rivals
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Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Tyler Maline
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