Enjoy the Ride (feat. Mozzy)
Town, oh
She hear it now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, girl, I know you a fly girl
Guess I meant to touch it, I thought you was my girl
Like stuntin' for that shit, I'm slidin', girl, there's shit you hidin'
Wanna touch it, get up on it, let you get a ridin'
I'm into pistols, issue
Niggas get him wacked, bro got a missile, whistle
Jumpin' out the bed, like "Where my rope at?"
She gon' let me choke that, say it ain't 'bout nothin'
We're like "Where my coat at?"
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
And the nigga ain't no good, don't know why
So he irrelevant
We in Neiman Marcus, let her swipe Visa
Too important to be nothing to my side pieces (nah, for real)
I don't do no tweakin' if she leave me
She know that I don't need her
But ain't gon' say she ain't no keeper, when she truly is
Appreciate the souvenir, this that bust-y, bust-y (bust-y, bust-y)
She blew a PPP on me and that shit fucked me up (fucked me up)
Ay, I reciprocate the love, but I can't tie you down (hell nah)
Your partner told you I'm a clown, don't let her pump you up
The only thing that's French kissable is double cups
Bet you'd never find a photo of us snuggled up
Ain't nothin' badder than a bitch that's worth a hundred plus (yeah)
Like nothin' doper than the joint that got us duckin' sun
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
And the nigga ain't no good, don't know why
So he irrelevant
Woah, ay-yeah, ay-yeah
Woah, ay-yeah
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
Nigga ain't no good, don't know why
Irrelevant
Oh, oh-oh, so irrelevant
Oh, oh-oh, so irrelevant
She hear it now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, girl, I know you a fly girl
Guess I meant to touch it, I thought you was my girl
Like stuntin' for that shit, I'm slidin', girl, there's shit you hidin'
Wanna touch it, get up on it, let you get a ridin'
I'm into pistols, issue
Niggas get him wacked, bro got a missile, whistle
Jumpin' out the bed, like "Where my rope at?"
She gon' let me choke that, say it ain't 'bout nothin'
We're like "Where my coat at?"
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
And the nigga ain't no good, don't know why
So he irrelevant
We in Neiman Marcus, let her swipe Visa
Too important to be nothing to my side pieces (nah, for real)
I don't do no tweakin' if she leave me
She know that I don't need her
But ain't gon' say she ain't no keeper, when she truly is
Appreciate the souvenir, this that bust-y, bust-y (bust-y, bust-y)
She blew a PPP on me and that shit fucked me up (fucked me up)
Ay, I reciprocate the love, but I can't tie you down (hell nah)
Your partner told you I'm a clown, don't let her pump you up
The only thing that's French kissable is double cups
Bet you'd never find a photo of us snuggled up
Ain't nothin' badder than a bitch that's worth a hundred plus (yeah)
Like nothin' doper than the joint that got us duckin' sun
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
And the nigga ain't no good, don't know why
So he irrelevant
Woah, ay-yeah, ay-yeah
Woah, ay-yeah
A half a ticket for a ride downtown, oh
We smokin' now, she like that pound, oh
That nigga gettin' greedy, think we gon' have to leave him
She hear it now, she like that sound, oh
Don't listen, he a liar, he dead, he in the sky
They fuckin' with a nigga from my hood
Nigga ain't no good, don't know why
Irrelevant
Oh, oh-oh, so irrelevant
Oh, oh-oh, so irrelevant
Credits
Writer(s): Raquan Hudson, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Timothy Cornell Patterson, Egor Chupin, Ethan Balaghan, Aleksei Karchenko
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