I’ma Ride (G-Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] 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] 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 [Verse 2] It's goin' down, mayday, I grind hard for my payday Keep-keep it movin' like a freight train My circle full of that AK, big bosses, Great Danes I'll hit your ass with this great aim Slugs penetrate, it cause great pain When you fuck with mine, it's hard to maintain I'ma ride while I switch lanes Keep the hundred, never bitchmade I roll with a circle that itch, nay We doin' this work to get rich-made I'm leavin' his life in a ditch, mayne All in the booth with your bitch, ayy She gimme more cut than a switchblade (Gimme more cut than a switchblade?) Can't pass that, where the cash at? S-E-B-B, we mash that V-B-G, know where the stash at Talk that shit, get your ass cracked Stack more paper than Afflac Tot a bad bitch with a fat back Bet I beat that up 'til the ass flat You know two puff then you pass that Got the fire rolled, light a match, stat If you smoke, where your sack at? Get it poppin', where the 'gnac at? Dominatin' like Shaq's back It's not where you from, it's what you makin' Dedication, I don't lack that They talkin' shit and I hear 'em talkin' I got a full clip that go, "Rat-tat", uh-huh [Chorus] 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 3] 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 [Verse 4] BK, heat-maker when the beat plays Trying to regain his peak fame when he sprays Always a top three place in each race The rest are just DNF's, no P Reign You see Kane's been chasing a dream state Since a teenager, before Bigfoot was renamed No rapper's stopping me, I'm back into the monarchy I'm feeling like a king, all I need is a feat Sway I'm a ride till the reaper finds me Metaphor's so deep better greet Poseidon Down into the sea you're finding All sorts of my creatures hiding Better meet the Sirens No Odyssey, but if you're trying to follow me The Greek mythology will tell you, "He's your highness" While my eagle eyes sweeps these horizons For the perfect second to see my team arising So we be riding [Verse 4] Pistol whip this nigga Talkin' out his neck (Yeah) Beat 'em like the slavery days And break the Django out his neck Robbin' just to feed my family So they can rest assured If I catch a nigga snitchin' I'ma hang 'em by his vocal cords (Ahh) (Let's go!) These niggas tryna kill me But if you kill him, that's four G gone (Yeah) Put a checkmark on a nigga's head Call Verizon 4G I watch who I keep around me Since my own brother tried robbin' me This rap shit is my outlet And I dare y'all pigs, try to charge me [Verse 5] Red eye through the sky, private jet flow Fly from the runway, high from the get go When that fire from the gun spray Die if you don't get low You hate my content But you love the way I spit, though These niggas really wanna get rolled up Like dice, nigga, what they hittin' for? Fold that ass up real nice Mills Lane, let's get it on Break 'em off proper, proper Break 'em off proper, proper Cock back the chopper It go, "Block-block-block-block-block-block-block" Yeah, I'm just bein' so realistic So realistic, No doubt about it, bitch I'm chauvinistic, chauvinistic And ain't no doubt, bitch, in your mouth That's where I'm shovin' this dick, shovin' this dick And it ain't no doubt when it all go down She gon' be lovin' this dick, lovin' this dick Hahahaha Tomorrow mornin' she'll be mad at me Me, automatically, just another casualty No limit when I'm in it, that's that master D (D) Hahahaha, then I'ma slide off casually [Chorus] 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 6] Mac Lucci on the grind, that's just how I gotta be Bawdy, filled with dollar signs like I hit the lottery If my baby's gotta eat it's gon' be a robbery They be like, "Who did it?" That young thug nigga from the B-B-G You squares are Rubik's, keep it real how I do this True pimp 'cause the shoe fit, I ain't even want the bitch But when I spoke, she dipped, go in on my grill like a toothpick She chose up, twenty K on my wrist when I roll up Fifteen on my neck, shit froze up Make a player hater sick that I blow up Roll up, OG homie we throw up Low key that mean we tore up When I hit it from the back, she slow up Slow motion for me, bitch I think I'm Juvenile Been gettin' cash money since a juvenile Middle finger to a buster, fuck what you got to say Million dollars in the safe, bitch I think I'm Dr. Dre Send them birdies OT my new Beamer need some gas Bring my moolah back fast or they'll get it out your ass [Verse 7] Car start, thirty ozone Big dawg with a big bite, Cain, course I'm Holes through your torso Panamera Porsche Fishscale, cocaína, call 'em air forces Gardena, Compton, LA, Chiraq Fly me in and out of town, I'll be right back Sack full of OG, smoke that holy moly I ain't flexin', but my wrist hold the coldest Rolly Rep my city big, Crenshaw the fig Shout out to my little brodie, what up Dirt Diggs? Bitches off that Tunechi, I'm built to brawl with lucci Two Gs on my belt, so you know I'm Gucci I don't pay for Coogi, thots, ratchets, groupies Fuck with bitches in the Benzes, not the hoes with hoopties Westbound, I'm branded, apartments to mansions Big Doty the stage killer, Charlie Manson