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Uh come get in my
Come get in my ride come get in my
Come get in my ride
Come get in my ride, baby
Shawty look like a dime
And we live, do or die
Yeah, shooters, do or die
Come get in my ride, baby
Come get in my ride, baby
Come get in my ride
Shawty look like a dime, baby
One day, she gon' ride
For the bros, I'ma ride, baby
No word of a lie livin' life for crime
It's blood all in my eyes
Sixteen all in my nine
Momma pray in the sky for me
Shooters get on and ride for me
Yeah, we live, do or die, homie
And the rules don't abide
Fuck with mine, suicide
Shawty look like a dime
Told her get in my ride, baby
Uh told her get in my ride, baby
Told her load up my nine, baby
Pocket rocket, my three-eighty
Keep that bitch in the trap with me
KJ that's my slime i mean my Wassa, nigga
Shooters on my roster, nigga
They don't want no problems with us
Man, these niggas they big cap
Man, these niggas ain't with that
Nah, we don't do no chit-chat
Four-five, smoke his whole hat
And she wanna ride
Yeah, she wanna ride with me
She a dime, hard to find
Told her, "Baby, don't waste my time"
Seen too much with my eyes
Couldn't press rewind, nah
Would it take back time, nah?
For the gang, I'ma rider money, she desire
She my type, I like her
Tell her get in my foreign car
Come and let me show you all
We in the bando sellin' hella soft
Man, these niggas they hella soft
If we catch him, we pick him off
Score board, go check him off
Medicine for my cold cough
Anything for cro, god
Run up on him, cold heart
Light up and smoke up
Come get in my ride, baby
Come get in my ride
Shawty look like a dime, baby
One day, she gon' ride
For the bros, I'ma ride, baby
No word of a lie livin' life for crime
It's blood all in my eyes
Sixteen all in my nine
Momma pray in the sky for me
Shooters get on and ride for me
Yeah, we live, do or die, homie
And the rules don't abide
Fuck with mine, suicide
Shawty look like a dime
Told her get in my ride, baby
And lil' shawty look fine i be one of a kind
Think I'm 'bout to go find
What lil' mama about
If I'm feelin' the vibes
She might stay for the
Night, I'm just kidding, i lied
Get the fuck out the house
All my hitters, they slime
My youngin' got a nine
If you got what we like
We gon' run in your house
If you make it a scene, nigga
Then you ain't coming out
Got a Glock with a beam, nigga
Bullets come in your house
All my niggas get cake
Tryna stay up out the way
I just made another play
Niggas know that we don't play
Bitches wanna fuck but I say it's too late
Driving too fast, better stay in your lane
We from the North
We don't rock with the Lane
But everybody know we run the Jane
Tell 'em free Why S, I know he gon' bang
And for all my bros, it be the same
What you be doing if you ain't gettin' paid?
You on the block without guap, you is waste
I cannot be broke, there is like hundred ways
I cannot be broke, there is like hundred ways
And your girl on my dick
She be feeling some way
Come get in my ride, baby
Come get in my ride
Shawty look like a dime, baby
One day, she gon' ride
For the bros, I'ma ride, baby
No word of a lie livin' life for crime
It's blood all in my eyes
Sixteen all in my nine
Momma pray in the sky for me
Shooters get on and ride for me
Yeah, we live, do or die, homie
And the rules don't abide
Fuck with mine, suicide
Shawty look like a dime
Told her get in my ride, baby
Said let's go for a ride
My Wassas, they drift and they slide
Watch that pressure apply
We got forties, got fifths, we got nines
But shorty a dime, baby girl
I'm not even gon' lie
But is you gon' ride when
I'm locked up doing time?
But I'm on the go, again
I need like a hundred M's
I'm whipping that butter
I'm whipping that butter
The fiends keep comin' in, ayy
But we never run out of shots, ayy
Bridge cock on your block, ayy
Thirty shots in that Glock, ayy
Burna shoot like Hardaway
He close up, not from far away
Need to get him gone, like andale
Couple wholesales, got it gone in a day
Chasin' money, I want all of it
When we run you down
Better not fall and trip
'Cause your life, that's the end of it
We did it for the hell of it
Can't fuck with me if I don't benefit
Your baby a boo, bitch, I'm bendin' it
Eazy E, how we reckless
Semi-auto, what I'm rollin' with
My name, better not mention it
Get a news clip with your name in it
Kawhi Leonard, how ball in the six
Mix and match like look on the kid
Think I'm a rapper? Hear this forty spit
Come get in my ride, baby
Come get in my ride
Shawty look like a dime, baby
One day, she gon' ride
For the bros, I'ma ride, baby
No word of a lie livin' life for crime
It's blood all in my eyes
Sixteen all in my nine
Momma pray in the sky for me
Shooters get on and ride for me
Yeah, we live, do or die, homie
And the rules don't abide
Fuck with mine, suicide
Shawty look like a dime
Told her get in my ride, baby
WRITERS
JAVELL BARNES, SHYHEEM KELLY, TRAEQUAN MAHONEY
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Songtrust Ave, SODRAC
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