Ride!
I see the real through the fake
I'm touching blue bills, it ain't paper-mâché
I been sipping on wok, I just poured me a 8th
He talking 'bout bread, I got racks in the safe
AR-15 put that boy up in space
I told my young nigga well done
He caught a opp and tried turn him to steak
Try to run from the blick but no he can't escape
Ride, ride
We turning up, we put niggas in the sky, sky
Yeah, if you speak on the gang then you're playing with fire signs
I don't really think you know me
When I pull out the stick imma shoot like Ginóbili
Yeah, the chop finna eat up your skin like some Charmin
If it can't get up with you, it's hitting your homie
I said I'm sorry lil nigga no you cannot best me
I got a white girl to come, call her Leslie
My money long and it stretch out to next week
Too many choppas, no you cannot check me
Test me
I'm getting money, that's why niggas envy
I pour a four in that tris, I might call it a Demi
You know this shit purple, no this ain't no Henny, uh
I'm in the trap and I'm geeked up
Your lil bitch let me play with her feet, uh
I'm on the block, Margiela stepping in my sneakers
I been up on the road, I can't waste time
Shit still eating me up on the inside
Put a bag on my head, get up in line
Put a bag on my head
I'm on the opp block putting up merch
Put that boy in a spliff and now he on a shirt
We them real turnt niggas that's putting in work
We left that nigga dead, man inside the dirt
Quick draw nigga, don't need me a holster
If we can't find the stick then we throwing you over
Fuck nigga try to sign me and it's over
Tried to play with my life nigga, I already know I'm not
I see the real through the fake
I'm touching blue bills, it ain't paper-mâché
Yeah I'm sipping on wok, I just poured me a 8th
He talking down but I got racks in the safe
That AR-15 put that boy up in space
I told my young nigga well done
He caught a opp and tried turn him to steak
Try to run from the blick but no he can't escape
Ride, ride
We turning up, we put niggas in the sky, sky
Yeah, if you speak on the gang then you're playing with fire signs
I don't really think you know me
Imma pull out the stick, imma shoot like Ginóbili
Yeah, the chop finna eat up your skin like some Charmin
If it can't get up with you, it's hitting your homie
