Ride Songtext

If you ridin' with me, it’s for life, 4-L, 4-L (Merlyn, Merlyn)

Smokin' the la-la, wеarin' the Prada
Tuckin' that ra-ra, you can get knocked out
Lay him on thе cement, [?] asphalt
Take out the titties, I take the top off
I'm in the Porsche, Balenciaga
I got the sauce, spicy-spicy
She call me mister like Obama
She blow me up, Hussein, Osama
I'm the director, I record it
I turn the set into a sauna
She call me da-da, shaped like I'm Bow Wow
She took my pants off, they be like "Oh, wow"
[?] pistol
Don't wanna hurt ya, just throw your ass out
Open it up like a packet of candy
Take what I want then I leave like a bandit

Four real niggas in the ride-ride, slime Four real niggas in the ride with the slime-slime
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
Alright, alright
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime-slime
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime-slime
If you ridin' with me, it’s for life, 4-L, 4-L-L-L

All real niggas in the ride
Four niggas shot, that mean everybody die
Leave a nigga down to the socks, leave him on the street
I ain't even reach for the Glock
Time could, time could tell when the ride and the guns come out
[?] on lock
Okay, okay, okay, okay-kay
[?] my trunk, trunk, been through so many Sundays
Holes in my hands and my feet, can't turn my cheek
Nigga get shot, come back when you sleep
Only real niggas gon' know what I mean
Only real niggas gon' know what I've seen
Tell mama I'm scared of the dope fiends
Lil' nigga, grown man with a coke dream
Drank head turned fiend, made more fiends
Lean head, sip drank till I OD
Drank head turned fiend, made more fiends
Lean head, sip drank till I OD

Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
Alright, alright
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
Four real niggas in the ride with the slime
If you ridin' with me, it’s for life, 4-L, 4-L