Down to Ride

Yo

Tell me you down to ride

Tell me you down to hop in that car whenever it's time to slide

'Bout me

I lost some dawgs, they hit me hard, I cried about it

Heard they were high, they better stay where they at, 'cause nigga gon' die about it

Yo, yo, yo

Hit they block and wild about it

My lil' bitch got a vibe about it

I'm so up, I vibe about it

Yo, yo, yo

Lil' nigga diss me, die about it

Rap shit gay, I ain't lie about it

Trap still jump like hydraulic

Yo, yo, yo

So much hate, I'm startin' to feel it

They impatient, they ain't even waitin' 'til I made it, nigga switchin'

Lil' bro on my spot, but he ain't got what it take for this position

So many times I let him cross me out, they must be Christian, yeah

It seem like everybody fake, I have my tremor

It's how I'm livin', before I leave the house, blockin' my dealer

Thoughts to myself, am I goin' to hell if I go kill them?

But they forced my hand and I be done, them niggas kept me slippin'

Yeah, I can't make my mama cry, I can't let my family down

Give a fuck about who it is, I'm standin' firm, I ain't backin' down

Nigga, pull your panty down, actin' like a whore, son

Niggas broke, homework for me, I'd put you on, I'd throw you some

Tell me why you mad at me, I can't help I'm the chosen one

Know that lil' bitch fuckin', yeah, I hit, but I ain't the only one

That nigga got a gun you see me with, I ain't the only one

Quit dissin' on the dead, we took some L's, but we ain't the only ones

Yeah, tell me you down to ride

Tell me you down to hop in that car whenever it's time to slide

'Bout me

I lost some dawgs, they hit me hard, I cried about it

Heard that I'm high, they better stay where they at, 'cause nigga gon' die about it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit they block and wild about it

My lil' bitch got a vibe about it

I'm so up, I vibe about it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lil' nigga diss me, die about it

Rap shit gay, I ain't lie about it

Trap still jump like hydraulic

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap gon' be like Elmo

Ain't no livin' to the paper, I'm tryna get on, dressed in camo

This a fuckin' Lambo, look, do magic like Orlando

I went Rollie, then went AP, I ain't never had a Santo

Make another diss, I'ma come skeet in your bitch, yeah, I go that low

Bro, the hands on with them keys, but he ain't playin' piano

Put some crutches in his cast, nigga dyin', dead, bro

Triple-A with all the la-la, shoot him like Carmelo

They just takin' pictures with them pistols, they ain't never shot 'em

A young fly nigga, give me some money and bitches will never problem

I only wore these Louis V's one time, I should've never got them

Through all the hate shit and the fake shit, they can never stop me

I remember time, I was broke, I could never pipe

Now I rock Eliantte chains and I rock Fizzy Wipes

I can aim the Glock when my eye open, I can Fetty Wap it

Ain't gotta ask my niggas 'cause I'm knowin' they already got me