ride my ride ft. lostmyvanity & OB Jowe Lyrics

She wanna ride my ride

Baby yeah it's justified

Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines

Make you feel alright

Baby we can fuck all night

She wanna ride my ride

She wanna ride my ride

Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up

You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up 

Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up

No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them

Talk with the doctors I need my drugs

Talk with the plug I need my mud

Shoutout god he gave me a gift

To spaz on beats while I roll up blunts

No more parties in LA

Give me time yeah give me space

Hit that blunt yeah medicate

Up that 40 elevate

Take a perc imma innovate

So many drugs in me it's a video game

And we poppin bottles we celebrate

Pull up in a phantom bitch it's great

I just hopped off a plane with my Prada bag

Still fuck 12 cause they seize my shit

Including all my fucking gang

Stop playing baby bring it back

Sip in the studio bitch im the

We be rolling up woods in here, they be looking like breaking bad

Fuck it, hop in the p1 baby I like to ride my ride

Right my wrongs nah bitch sike

Fuck that bitch I'll stay up high

She wanna ride my ride

Baby yeah it's justified

Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines

Make you feel alright

Baby we can fuck all night

She wanna ride my ride

She wanna ride my ride

Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up

You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up 

Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up

No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them

I'm with a thottie, she feeling at rest

Bullets gone have him praying, he feel blessed

I'm a real breakout, in the cast

Me and that bitch is not attached

I'm off the weed I'm finna ash

Pokemon, bitch I'm finna catch

Deserve to flex, I'm feeling brash

Come around, you can't lose

20's on me, looking blue

Disappear need a clue

If Jowe spitting, you know that it's true

Ain't doing writtens when I'm in the booth

You smoking that ganja, I know that it's boof

No J 'round me, that shit won't roll

Dolce, Gucci, it's honorable

Finna ride out when homies get trolled

Thottie wanna ride my ride, she get low

She wanna ride my ride

Baby yeah it's justified

Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines

Make you feel alright

Baby we can fuck all night

She wanna ride my ride

She wanna ride my ride

Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up

You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up 

Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up

No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them