Down 2 Ride Lyrics

Boy you down to ride, boy you down to slide

I don't think you really with that shit, I see it in your eyes

I don't think you ever made shit flip, why you selling lies

Talk is cheap and somehow when you talk, shit feel overpriced

Boy you down to ride, boy you down to slide

I don't think you really with that shit, I see it in your eyes

I don't think you ever made shit flip, why you selling lies

Talk is cheap and somehow when you talk, shit feel overpriced

I been more than nice, now I can't give no passes, feel like kobe

Imma clutch it twice, then Imma go up lefty, like Ginobili

We ain't selling rice, got something white, but brother left the country

Feds was on his line, but he just flew, cause we don't do the running

Yea, bitch, nah we don't do the running

I just hit this lil hoe from the back, she told me stick my thumb in

I don't want you bae I want them racks, told her keep em coming

If you so grown and I'm the kid, then why the fuck you running

Keep protection in the biddy, when you see my face

Told bae that hoe was lying, straight up, cause I ain't leave a trace

Hurt her feelings, put her in her place

My bitch say I'm more toxic than future, stuck in my ways

Why the fuck the homies switch

Showed signs, they was bound to snitch

You talk a lot, learn to keep it stitch

And I keep a glock on my side I don't go for shit

Boy you down to ride, boy you down to slide

I don't think you really with that shit, I see it in your eyes

I don't think you ever made shit flip, why you selling lies

Talk is cheap and somehow when you talk, shit feel overpriced

Boy you down to ride, boy you down to slide

I don't think you really with that shit, I see it in your eyes

I don't think you ever made shit flip, why you selling lies

Talk is cheap and somehow when you talk, shit feel overpriced

When you ever stepped to the neck?

How you too scared to step for a check?

I step to the neck and for the check I won't neglect it

All it take is one rat, like the cheese touch y'all infected

Don't call me no rapper, they paid actors that's directed

Expected, that boy don't even bang he just connected

All that locking in gon get you blown down

Hold rounds, box what's in my chamber, you gon go down

Speaking on my dead I'll make y'all go rounds

Hell-bound, roll you in this blunt and blow the whole ounce