Down To Ride lyrics

[Produced by Dami Tha Prince]

[LA Capone]
My n*ggas killin' we be drillin' sh*t up on the drive
Two 30 shots up out that 50 bet them n*ggas crash
I've still got twenty in that semi now I'm on their ass
Thats 10 to 10 they can split it, put that in the dash
I use to f*ck with a plenty of hittas, some them n*ggas fake
Them crackas locked up most my n*ggas, so it's f*ck the jakes
That boy be acting like he with it, but he sweet as cake
Loyalty don't come in a circle, boy these n*ggas snakes
Can't trust these b*tches either
You know we hot as heaters
Quida she was a sneaker, but now Quida a sleeper
One call, I have buddy out the window
D Block, 600 my kinfolk
You ain't tryna' make cake?
Whatchu in fo?
f*ck with us?
You don't know whatchu in fo
All black neat things, with extendos
Out the cut, it's your boy with the dreadlocks
No legshots, just headshots
6-0 smoking dope out the ziplock
These n*ggas ain't real, they flip flop
You can tell got guap, from the wrist watch
Big sh*t, make em dance like lil jay
I don't think they really want gunplay (nawwww)