Lyrics:
ride.
Don' push me, I'm too close to the edge
Might take one to the head.
[Chorus: x2]
It's the season of the sickness, marks on my shitlist.
right
24 hours talking all night
Same clothes two days screaming trap life
Win by any means you got that right
Tryin eat like Feed me Seymour
Don't make
on the side, only side I'm in
It's a two seat
You can't fit and this the only ride I'm in
Goddamn she gon' ride that dick
I feel like rockstar, living life
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
One, two
Warm night, can't sleep, too hurt, too weak, gotta call her up
Dial that number, no one answers 'til it's two o'clock
And if by
light shots rang out
Two Texans lay dead on the ground
Le stood with a pistol in his hand
A jury acquitted him in self defense
As before the judge
the way that I been creepin' on 'em, yes Lord (nice)
You see it
Let's take a ride on the personal side
Where the good, bad, and ugly seem to always
Blowing on some reefer
Riding in two seaters
Indica, sativa
Always smoking greener
Riding in the beamer
Slaughtering your daughter
In her mouth I put
niggas can't fuck with Chuck
I'm a Compton nigga and I don't give a fuck
Nigga walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-by's out a Bentley truck
made two hundred racks, can't wait to rent another
Shoot first, no room to hesitate, that's how they caught my brother (21)
Spin (21), spin (21)
If
let’s go flex , I just skirt off pull off drive way now I’m in a vet
(Verse 1)
Broke you too damn caught up I can’t beef about you bitch I’m too busy
(let's go)
Giddy up, girl (girl)
Giddy up, girl (girl)
Giddy up, girl (girl)
Giddy up, girl (girl)
Ride me
Record me
Adore me, yeah
Yeah
Oh, do not make me
me too
Throw it back let's break some rules
Skrt Skrt, up in this coupe
Want some ice, I need to be cooled
I'm in love with money favorite colors is
scraps ski mask and two in the clips
Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy - n**** we goners
Beep on 'em Mexican
'em two for three
Yeah, I got them bags
Get them bags, let 'em go for cheap
Yeah, I guess the street life just weren't for me
Locked up in the cell,
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
pistols poppin
Bodies droppin, I'm just dockin
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin
Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas don't
the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
the cold for dough
What you thought? ?, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you
this fly
But they ain't though
Every time we ride by, we be blowing on smoke
Riding over if it's foreign then the doors up
You already know
Yeah
Kazzy, Golden Chyld, yaknow
It's the R-ah-A-S, K-A double S
Eject the airbag, wreck a nigga's bubble S-Class
What's comin next, lets mash
Get so high
holding on her thighs
While she grabbing on my dick
Know she caught a nigga vibe
Tried to take her to the room she say it's better in the ride
Let's gone
MotorCity B da Muzik and it's da ALMIGHTY BO$...
Butta and I'm always on some Fly ass Pimp shit Let's go
Neva is we Tripping folk
You know we out
the pole
My homies tryna tell me that it's risky, bro I know
Take my time I creep in slow
Pray to God then let it go
I'm just hoping it won't jam I up it
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