Ride 4 Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Would ya ride for me? Would you stay down? Be loyal and never lie to me? I guess time will tell, but you fine as hell Designer smells, hypnotic putting guys in spells Don diva money on her nails Eyes on the prize slowly pullin' on a L Could you be my ghetto Mona Lisa? Foot on the pedal ride shotgun while I hold metal you roll the reefer Twenty five acting like she Thirty Three Lookin' like she eighteen Body bad as fuck with no surgery Attitude on Khalees' to say the least she know she a piece Trophy for every hustler movin' in these city streets Her pops used to rob banks in the eighties Made a lot of guap, got knocked and left it to his lady She told me that material items will never phase me Don't try to play me, just keep it official and we'll be wavy I said baby "you dealing with the realest shit" Where we could go is limitless Tryna put the world in a gorilla grip I struck my perfect match, spark a flame in the hood Everything was goin' bad until she asked me "What's good?" [Hook: Rome Streetz] Would ya ride for me? Would ya lie for me? Ruger by the thigh for me Right hand high for me [Verse: Rome Streetz] Shordie got all my attention that don't happen easily Got the type of energy I feel I always need with me She like a drug trippin', thinkin' I don't even need the trees Gangster like Stoney but she smart, got three degrees Still keep the read or write busting moves, visa screens Just wanted to get a G to write and I keep it G Showed how to separate the ounces, what the work is worth Put a little in a baggy, put a little in her purse Bonnie shit, bad, boujee the punani lit Sex like a blue movie, how she do me I don't wanna dip And she so supportive, stayed down when everybody forfeit She call me out on my bullshit The trigger to my Blicker G shit she ain't even with the mix up Thinkin' me and her could go the distance The only ones I trust beside my moms and my brother No doubt that I love her and I never use a rubber Sneak an Uzi on an island in her army jacket linin' If the police ever find em', they owe money she be grindin' I struck my perfect match, spark a flame in the hood Everything was goin' bad until she asked me "What's good?" [Hook: Rome Streetz] Would ya ride for me? Would ya lie for me? Ruger by the thigh for me Right hand high for me