Ride lyrics

[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Look, ayy
Robbin', stealin', killin'
I remember I ain't have a penny
Lurkin' nightly, clutchin' on a semi
When y'all was buyin' clothes from the mall
I was goin' shoppin' in the trenches
Robbin' n*ggas all out they sh*t
That mini K a small body b*tch
Yeah I know, I cannot f*ck with a lame
That'll put my life in jeopardy
Peezy was stuck in rain, engulfed in the pain
None of you n*ggas was helpin' me
I cannot cope with the pain, I'm scratchin' my brain
Me and the devil be wrestling
You n*ggas couldn't compare to me
Stuck with two felonies so on the block where I'd rather be
Two of my brothers got strikes, I remember sending kites
I remember pacing and forth in the cell hopin' they don't play with my life
They just gave my cousin Tim ninety-nine years, now he can't do nothin' but fight
Fightin' for appeal, I was in that pill, I couldn't do nothin' but write
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Oh yeah I know
I cannot f*ck with them n*ggas, I barely put trust in them n*ggas
And yeah I know
I never dove from a n*gga, I might just pull up with some killers
Let's go see what's up with them n*ggas
I usually pour up a four but I poured up an eight 'cause I'm f*ckin' with figure
I put my heart in the dumpster
I'm sorry lil mama, I can't even love you a little
This for them people who said I couldn't do it
When I needed help, they wouldn't f*ck with a n*gga
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Look at my vision, I see n*ggas kickin' sh*t
Chillin' and countin' them digits
Who with it, them n*ggas ain't with it, them n*ggas friendly
Tryna see how we winnin'
Hold fast, this is just the beginning
Even though these n*ggas out tryna end it
n*ggas pus*y, pus*y n*ggas never held a semi
Tryna kill one of their enemies
n*ggas hoes, ho n*ggas put a tool in his hand
Watch how he get to fidgetin', ayy
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me