Testo Ride Out - Kid Ink feat. Tyga, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Ride Out (Kid Ink feat. Tyga, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Compilation
Came in at first, had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'
We done sold out, now everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll out, now e'rybody smashin'
Get ready 'cause you know we 'bout to be a problem, ayy
Hope you ready 'cause you know it 'bout to be a problem
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Take over the street, that's how we roll
And we gon' ride on forever (yeah), we ride out together
Ah, fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
I fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalog
One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
Paper chase, vamanos, all my dawgs ridin' smoke
Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
We are not alone, bo-boy, better check your tone
You gon' need a lotta help, I ain't talkin' bank loans
Ah, sit wit' us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should be lookin' up to me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' 'cause we next now and forever to death
Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest
We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Take over the street, that's how we roll
And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together
We got no time to waste, ayy, ain't no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no
Flyin' from a mile away, it's not a problem, only real ones follow me
Ayy, look and I can do this with my eyes closed, blindfold two times over
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over
Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma
What's a flea to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire
History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'
You don't believe it? Then try it, we don't believe in just tryin'
I call it peoples and leave 'em in hunnid pieces divided
That's cold-blooded, and I've been this dope for like four summers
And I ain't really goin' for the he say, or she say
Keep it G for Pete's sake
I know this shit that bone you pick might leave you niggas fillets
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Take over the street, that's how we roll
And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together
It's YG 4hunnid, uh, is you ridin'?
Is you with all the burglarizin' and the violence
If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there wit' him
So the police askin' you questions, is you gon' keep quiet?
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
When I can't tell, that's the type of way that I hate (that I hate)
You got that fake-friend syndrome
And there's no cure, so your symptoms is gon' show
You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns
Hol' up (hol' up), each one teach one
Motivate each one to be somethin'
'Cause I ain't just another statistic
I do this, this, and that if you wanna get specific
I'm just tryna make payday come quicker
For me and my day one hittas (ride out)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Jamie Michael Robert Sanderson, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Paris A. Jones, Brian Collins Jr.
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