Down To Ride Lyrics

Spark a wood, go ahead, pass me the lighter I'm way too good, I see a snake from far away

like I'm a sniper Uh, He ain't really hood, you just a typer

Nah, they don't know what I be sayin' half of the time, they gotta decipher

Ayy, slidin' on this shit, they know I'm cold, but I spit fire

I might slide in on your chick, she touchin' toes when I arrive

I ain't hidin' from no jit, I keep a pole it's by my side

In silence is what I sit, cause I know no one down to ride

Get that money, tryna stack up everything, I put my fingers on

You lost me, if it ain't about no cash, I ain't got my ringer on

My phone on DND, I catch a play, and then I sing this song

No energy in me, I'm in the clouds, I feel like Chechen and Chong

I tell the kids, stop doin' all that shit you see at home

I know sometimes you wanna tag along, but nigga, we is grown

We could do a better job, cause some stuff don't need to be shown

Love's in the heart of a home, loyalty creeps in my bones

When the smoke clear, you don't got no folks near

You find it so weird, but look back and it's so clear

Thinkin' it's your bros up in the spot, but it's some hoes here

I figured out they was tryna plot on me the whole year

Fast forward a whole year, I'm still up more than a broke queer

Stop talking that motion, when you ain't push forward no gear

Took a nigga bitch, but I'm tryna roll, I made his hoe steer

You can't work your face, get out my place, it ain't no coach here

Shorty got some class and a lil ass, I told her, come here

I showed her a red X up on my bed, I can't take nun serious

A bitch ain't what I need, it's money, I'll tell you run here

If it's cash, pull up fast and do the dash, like shit, I'm done here

Pull off the scene, Bullets bald like Mr. Clean

Pass the ball, I go Kareem

Who is dog, I never seen

Neck go (Kachow) Lightning McQueen

They know I'm fresh and i'm too..

They know I'm fresh and I'm too..

They know I'm fresh and I'm too clean

Go ahead, pass me the lighter

I'm way too good, I see a snake from far away, like I'm a sniper

Uh, he ain't really hood, you just a typer, nah

They don't know what I be saying half of the time, they gotta decipher

Ayy, sliding on this shit, they know I'm cold, but I spit fire

I might slide in on your chick, she touch her toes when I arrive

I ain't hiding from no jit, I keep a pole it's by my side

In silence is what I sit, cause I know no one down to ride