Ryder (Luv You) ft. On The Radar Lyrics

Need you to put this work up in your bra for me

Pull over for a second, make this call for me

I put the strap up in ya purse, don't forget it baby

And we got drugs all in the car, so don't be driving crazy (Let's go)

She my ryder or die

She my ryder or die

She my ryder or die (Luv you daddy)

Ryder or die

You my baby, you my biznite, you my b***h (845 s**t)

Red balloon is tatted on her, it's legit (Uh-huh)

Pull us over, keep it quiet, plead the fifth

That's quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Ahh)

Something lite, couple stacks, I'll do anything to please her

Smack her a** when she leaving but I could never leave her (I could never)

You the boss, you the bomb, you a diva

Perfume from Chanel, smell so good, trying to eat her

This that Bobby Brown and Whitney in the limousine

Tell the driver hit the drive thru at Kennedy's

Luv you baby, ride or die

Double dating, homicide

If you my shooter and you love me then you know you gotta slide

She be Wooing to the drill and ride this d**k like it's the five

We just hit the stove, complete the mission

Started cooking up and end up f*****g in the kitchen (Whip it)

Need you to put this work up in your bra for me

Pull over for a second, make this call for me

Put the strap up in ya purse, don't forget it baby (Are you dumb?)

And we got drugs all in the car, so don't be driving crazy

She my ryder or die

She my ryder or die

She my ryder or die (Luv you daddy)

Ryder or die

Don't know ya ex, just know that he ain't f**k you good enough

Ain't pop up on you with those gifts, like oh you shouldn't have

Don't know bout credit, he ain't teach you how to stack

Ain't teach you how to cook the c***k

ain't eat that p***y from the back

This that d**k that when I miss ya call, you gotta check the temp

Got you callin up ya friends, just to call up all my friends

Like where that n***a been? F**k this n***a been

And when ya finally speak, you say don't do that s**t again (I'm him)

Well I'm ya boy, I'm ya man, I'm ya guy

Just know we ganging so you got to pick a side (Balloon shit)

Don't be p***y, for that kitty squeeze the nine

Cross ya bulletproof vest and hope to die

Put that S up on her chest cause she the new super head

She get freaky, you ain't see it when I put up my leg (You ain't see it)

That's a bird, that's a plane, nah that's my girl with all her chains

Diamonds twinkle little star, the flyest pretty little thing wait? (Let's Go)

Need you to put this work up in your bra for me

Pull over for a second, make this call for me (What we doing)

I put the strap up in ya purse, don't forget it baby

And we got drugs all in the car, so don't be driving crazy (Bow, bow)