Lyrics:
Lucii mixed this baby, haha luc, Luc, Luc
When I ride, I ride with intent (Intent)
Slip up and get cut up, drenched (Drenched)
I bully the opp boy ends
Zone three Aye!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show y'all what some real gangstas is at
Some of y'all niggas just dunno (G-Unit!)
I'm
Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday
the fo'-fo')
[Krayzie Bone]
Don't be fuckin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit
it right
And there ya go
[Now everybody say]
Red light green light 1, 2, 3
[It go] Left foot right foot follow me
See this monkey don’t move by what
let me ride, it must be the shoes
Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock
I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot
Girl if you got
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke
From the scraps giving
We done came up in them hard times
Been broke as fuck but we still tithe
God Fearing
But I still Ride
Don't get it twisted
Had
hit by, miss by inches
Nowadays on the radio, that don't get my interest
Since it's bullshit, then I'm good with my senses
Don't make out with that
It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My
for a creep
If he getting near me
Keep a bad freak on a leash
By my side
If you had a death wish
It's your time to die
Sitting in the jeep
What I peep
Mi fri kete so anopa ah I say a prayer
Agya o nyame ei i need a favor
Nier mi hwihwer no y3 paper
Ye kor na ye ba ei ninyinaa ye paper ntia
Mi fri
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them? I still got pride
Outta three-fourths of them niggas
know CJ got all three
No Migos now it's CJ on free flow
Don't get stitched like Lilo and then snitch
Stick to the G-code
Need me a reload, trap, jugg for
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
Chorus
Verse 2: Lunasicc
One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane
Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs
Slappin these
As I journeyed to some avail
Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail
Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail
(An impending anxiety
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