When We Ride

Lyrics

[Hook] All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' Is you ridin', or is you dyin'? Quit with all that fakin', bitch Is you tryin', or is you lyin'? All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' Is you ridin', or is you dyin'? Quit with all that fakin', bitch Is you tryin', or is you lyin'? All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' Is you ridin', or is you dyin'? Quit with all that fakin', bitch Is you tryin', or is you lyin'? [Verse 1: Chris Travis] Smoked a thousand blunts Got a nigga feelin' too straight With a bad bitch, and I'm givin' her that bukkake Nigga, fuck you mean? I get a new bitch every Tuesday Boy, you niggas trippin', better tie up that shoelace Chris fuckin' Travis, boy, you ain't gotta like me I'm steezin' on yo main bitch, or better yet, yo wifey No doubt that I'ma take her, muthafucka, more than likely I slip back to my town and told that pretty bitch to Skype me I ride around my town, my nigga, blowin' on that chronic I hit the nearest Mickey D's for my fuckin' munchies I'm laughin' at you niggas, 'cause y'all so fuckin' funny Bitch, it's a dark day, even when it's fuckin' sunny Shoutout to the Houston queen, Amber fuckin London I'm slidin', rollin' solo and that Pimp C, bitch, I'm bumpin' I'm lightin' kush blunts, 'cause a nigga feelin' grumpy While you textin' yo bitch, my nigga, I hope you know she fuckin' [Hook] All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' Is you ridin', or is you dyin'? Quit with all that fakin', bitch Is you tryin', or is you lyin'? All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' Is you ridin', or is you dyin'? Quit with all that fakin', bitch Is you tryin', or is you lyin'? [Verse 2: Amber London] You ain't fuckin' with the realest, trillest bitches on the rise Grippin' the wheel, and poppin' the pill We got to kill with no disguise Niggas think it's all gravy, where they stake to the fuckin' snake You can't escape, we keepin' it real, my nigga, it ain't nothin' fake I ain't dyin', I ain't cryin', no lyin', I'ma ride, bitch You side bitch, the only time you on top is when you ride dick You tryin' this, lil nigga, shoe size, size 6 Smokin' on exotic, that narcotic make my eyes stick Don't act like you get it when you don't 'Cause yo wig, they will split it, and then sit it on the trunk See them niggas ain't no punks See them niggas ain't no lames Switchin' lanes but ain't no snitchin' Bitch, we come from different things See them hoes don't know no pain I ain't never felt regret So, I'm strappin', mackin' the Chrome And I'm aimed at yo neck Naw, Amber ain't no killer, G But I can do you lyrically Come fuck with me I'll gladly take you bitches where the spirits be You hearin' me?