Joy Ride

If we catch bodies together, that mean we locked in forever, T.R.G, that's my gang

I'ma die bout them three letters, How you say that, that's your nigga, we

Hopped out shooting and you left him, Get paid for crimes, I boost the murder rate

Call me bloody professor, Wide body Cat, it go 200, this ain't a kit

Flew her out of town just to fuck, this ain't my bitch

Forty thousand in my pocket and plus I'm fresh up off a lick

It ain't nothin' to get you hit, I get the drop and send the blitz

Micro Draco or the Switch, Sometimes it be hard to pick

It's like I was made for this, I can't lie, I barely miss

My whole gang on one accord, Back door who, I cut your wrist