Lyrics:
up out my home I swear I'm clutchin' my steel
I swear I'm tuckin' my steel, gang
Quando Rondo nigga (yeah yeah)
Feds kicked my grandma door in
turnt up ridin wit my nigga
You can never lack keep that finger close right by that trigga
And to all my niggas dead n gone man I miss ya
(I swea)
', yeah, like it's a campaign
Ice my neck out, yeah, shit be like rain Rain, and I feel like carti cause I'm ridin' in the tanks
I just leveled up, I get
That boy Drop is back
Slowed and Throwed and U-F-C
Collaboration Baby!
We ridin drops in the summer through the city (Neta)
Passenger side, got
off every night no missile
Said please shoot the club up on site no pistol
She ridin me like a bike
She ridin me like a bike
She ridin me like a bike
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
gone as fuck, I'm off the drank
It ain't no more pain, what you think
Ridin' low and this shit gon' sink
I'm like, turn around, she bad as fuck wanna hit
ain't no diver
We face it, bitch, you know we want the prize
We take shit, bitch, yeah, we grew up around ridin
Stick a bitch out his bike, yeah, we grew
embezzling, she was heaven-sent
Ridin' round in a blacked-out, with the 5%
Something new, you don't know about, you ain't never been
Things that I said keep
splattin' 'em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D'shawn is nice,
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain
of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell
Whether you like it or not,he's back
D-A-double D-why Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast
pain
I said everything is different, this shit has changed
I'm ridin' wit a bitch, she ain't my main (She ain't my main)
Prolly slit my wrists kuz I'm in
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
by the mind muscle
All of them are awful expect that? I lost you
Doing it big as I step out on faith
All roads lead the estate and a Rolls Wraith
Racks
It's just and old dirty Chevy, ridin'
Don't say nothin' get inside it
Everybody know about me
They just tryna keep me silent
Pressin' pause
could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
Oh you gotta choose
So fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When
locked up
Back then, what they did it time for
No question about my loyalty
Cause they know I'm almost out of it
I put pinceline to help my pain
Sorry if
I rather be the baddest than settle
For a character thats average
C'mon lets bring the real out
I can serve you somethin authentic cause there's been
you let me be myself
You my girl, you know I got you, i just hope you love yourself
Going in the ground by myself, thats why i be ridin' by myself
I
And we young nigga hop out
2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it
That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know
All alone, but I'm
all my bitches by the twos
First time in V12, she was hangin' out the roof
My VVs ice cream, I didn't even have to scoop
Got the whole universe in my
You see me ridin' in this car
You see me ridin' in this car
I'm not gonna go too far
Somebody hand me another cigar
Take the bacco out and throw
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