Ride

We goin' die thuggin', cause that's just the life we lead

We goin' die thuggin', busting at our enemies

Busting at our foes, for the sake of being riders

Till the casket close, thug shit be inside us

We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects

On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet

Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef

Though it's most of the reasons lot of niggas six deep

With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way

To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray

The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds

Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd

Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine

If it's what the fuck we need

Then D, we 'posed to be ride

Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug

While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs

Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war

We got five on the weed and we blowing inside of the car

Y'all niggas better I'ma die for this shit that I need

I've been committed too long for me not to succeed

I been in greed my whole life

And caught up in the weed

Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep

Keeping the guns cocked

Surrounding the block, opening up shop

With a bundle of rocks in my socks

Niggas wann beef

If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it

Stank a lick for the fetti

Get the cash and clown with it

Hennessy and weed when I'm comin'

Throw your guns up, let me see

If you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruh

Follow me now cause I'm coming up

And ain't that cold I got too many bitches running up

And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me

If I slip in the street

I really think them niggas'll snatch me

Like I'm faking the game

But taking the pain letting them niggas know

How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain

We goin' die thuggin', we ride or die, stay mugging

And busting, and flooding many bullets in your cousin

Survive or not, any block I hit is hot

Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props

Like them Melphomine boys

I got them toys that'll split ya

With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya

I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter

As long as my motherfuckin' pockets get fatter

Bitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fall

You want to brawl, I make a motherfucking call

And kill y'all shit, that's what I said and I meant it

That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me

You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills

Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled

Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision

I know some that'll have your ass missing