I’ma Ride

Lyrics

[Intro: Ca$his] Yeah It's King Ca$his Yeah My homeboy problem, what up, G? Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me Bet I'm high, open wide, this is what you gotta see I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be Test my side, bullets fly (Bullets fly, bullets fly) [Verse 1: Ca$his] Burn out, turn out the track in the dope house It's sittin' in my rearview, clear view, I steered through 'Cause niggas over here, way realer than they appear, too Hit some little kids, this is enough to kill you 'Cause I know the value of a hundred dollar bill, dude Put it on your head forever, 'til it mildew Body shots to the body, rah, it'll still do That bitch jam, pop it, I'll let it rot, it'll still shoot Nigga say he gon' kill you? Tell me what you will do I'ma pop in broad day while channel five film, cool Certified real dude, paint a picture, let it ride Forty-five, grip 'em right, I ain't fuckin' with ya It's a new day, gimme your bitch, I'm the new Uday Live life like ain't no nigga gonna shoot me Fear none 'til it's doomsday, I get my uzi fully, who rang? Tough talkin' 'til I show 'em you a pussy, it's the bootleg [Chorus: Ca$his] Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me Bet I'm high, open wide, this is what you gotta see I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be [Verse 2: Problem] Turn up, turn up, turn up Four zips in the whip get burnt up Four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique Click-boom, you gon' get murdered, swaggin' Fully auto action for everybody that's askin' The MAC rippin' you flacid, now that shit was classic Now turn up, turn up, turn up Four bricks in the whip I'm servin' Your bitch in the whip, not to blow my dick But to hold my bricks while I get my chips I'm on six hundred Four-fifty on the kit, let 'em load my wrist And the opp-ers get murdered Yeah, the opp-ers get murdered Os on my clothes, got a stack of 5-0s Through lines on my squirr, get served Now go and get courage I'll pop two Percs and it's curtains I hope you have insurance Don't want your mama to get no burden Since you was sellin' birds, bitch I hope that it was workin' And one thing that's for certain Ain't no perpin' when workin' And I just got me ten squirrs I guess suppliers and workers I stunt on niggas who hatin' So pull your skirt up and skirt 'em And I'm one of the realest niggas you not gonna murder [Chorus: Ca$his] Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me Bet I'm high, open wide, this is what you gotta see I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty Another casualty, another casualty, casualty I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be