Ride lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yo EP, this beat is so ugly
Yeah n*gga, motherf*ck it is
Fargo sh*t, racks, what's poppin' n*gga
You know, this One Umbrella G.D.S. sh*t my n*gga
Act like you don't know, better story the f*ck up n*gga
Fargo

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked
[Verse 1: Biiig Rax]
Young n*gga from the dirty part
Dirty jeans tryna be a star
Ferrari drivin' down the boulevard
Out here grindin' gonna make it far
Remember sleeping where the junkies stay
Remember chillin' where the gunners stay
Remember the nights on the block
Making wops with the pot the same cup for like 30 days
Remember seeing chick with the pretty face
She wanna f*ck cause the dirty cake
Shoutout my n*gga that Tory Lanez
Shoot to kill, gunners stocked in my gang
I'm stackin' my money from knee high
She wanna f*ck cause of D.I
b*tch you can't see us
Pull off and skrt, onomatopoeia
My n*ggas are P.I. more b*tches followin' him than a beehive
My n*gga got six, f*ck it I might just run up on a C.I
I'm doin' my Diddy boy y'all better stay out my B.I
That .40 go bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Now y'all n*ggas see why

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked
[Verse 2: AyFiF]
These b*tches don't care about him
And these n*ggas don't worry 'bout him
I'm no limits, so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm smokin' loud, you won't hear about it
Don't break a b*tch, don't got no feelings
Made a livin' off dope dealin'
In the 6 with my woes chillin'
Cabana party got no ceilings
Got Tory Lanez all on the track
Had to go throw Rax on it
f*ck with G.D.S. and it's a wrap
If we can't find him then throw a pack on him
Maybe a fo' and a half on him (Huh)
Either way he gon' get eat like Frito Lay
n*ggas get shot just like everyday
But these n*ggas don't want drama like Mary J
Sweeter than Mary-Kate
n*ggas know that I push heavy weight
Cuttin' these bricks like a wedding cake
In the Pyrex, watch it marinate
Took the b*tch a serenade
Now I'm f*ckin' that b*tch watch me demonstrate
I walk around with the .40 tucked
Capo in here, he know what's up
If you get close then the .40 bust
b*tch blowin' up, the cops showin' up
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked
b*tch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n*ggas
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n*ggas
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n*ggas
And you know it's up
b*tch, I got that .40 tucked