RIDE Lyrics

Yea yea Chris Choice, the only choice

We bout to take a ride today

Ya feel me

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Ayee)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Come on)

I'm trynna get inside

Ride bust my tires

If ya ain't fucking then ya sitting outside

Don't touch nothing don't look in my eyes

Get the milk free Moscow she rushing

Talking bout marriage that the end of discussion

I'm a young rich nigga married to the money (Yea)

Make a bitch clap for the hundreds (Clap that)

What it do, I'm the truth, Errol Spence (Uh huh)

What it do, This 3 for you, This Paul Pierce (Ayee)

Trynna go under like basement (Like basement)

Bitch I'm harder than pavement (I'm hard)

I'm trynna get you naked (On God)

Lemme cashapp that payment (Come on)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Ayee)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Come on)

Ride like shit here a bike (Let's go)

Ride for the rest of life (Lil hoe)

I'm trynna fuck some now if ya ain't trynna ride bih go head and die

No face no case, I'ma go shoot my load

Let it go then reload

Real big dawg I fuck on all 4's

Fuck like a savage I ain't loving these hoes

Bitch clap that (Clap that, clap)

I ain't where the cap at (What)

Smoking out the pound like a hashtag

Get the head drive round the city like a mad man (Skrrrt)

She'll eat it up Mrs. Pac-Man (Pac-Man)

Lights camera action (Hmm)

Fucking this bih from the back end (Backend)

Let the bitch count my bank end (Hmm)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Ayee)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (Come on)

Ayee nigga bring the leaves with you

I'm bout to roll some smoke nigga

Real hoes getting down on the floor

Get down on the floor on the floor

Real hoes get down on the floor