Ride Wit Da Fye PT. 2 (feat. YBN Nahmir) E

Keo, Keo. Snuck in this bitch with my fire. I walk around with a nine. I get to counting the guap. Fingers are blue when I stomp. Gotta get rich 'fore I die. Bands, I be needing a lot. Came from jugging and swiping the card. Now I'm the big dog on the yard. Finna get a new Vette car. Narcs on my ass. Young nigga wilding 'cause they never had a dad. She just bust that pussy open 'cause she see I got the swag. Uh, I ain't talking about The clothes, it's the cause, hoe. Rockstar, yes, I'm coke to your main hoe. Uh, when the Draco take your head off. I'ma get drunk in this bitch and have a Shootout. Hit him with the MAC, he be acting Like, "Who that?" Baby want some Molly, yeah, she Really tryna boot up. I'm kinda lit, but I'll Still shoot it. She just wanna fuck in the Back of the Bentley. When I wake up in The morning, MAC or the.50. Never leave the crib without the toolie. My slime told me, "Hold up, let me shoot It." Hit him in the leg, get a ring. Hit him in the brain, get a chain. Got some new K's and I'm icing the gang. Ice in my teeth, same color lemonade. I'm from the East Side. Cracking them cars, they living off P's side. Stack it then blow it, they need me. That why my neck on Katrina. She want a real nigga to beat it. Rolling with a check, bitch. Finna catch a jet lift. Finna catch a jet lift. I'm on to the next bitch. Snuck in bitch with my fire. I walk around with a nine. I get to counting the guap. Fingers are blue when I stomp. Gotta get rich 'fore I die. Bands, I be needing a lot. Came from jugging and swiping the card. Now I'm the big dog on the yard. Ayy, snuck in this bitch with my fire. I walk around with a nine. I get to counting the guap. Fingers are blue when I stomp. Gotta get rich 'fore I die. Bands, I be needing a lot. Came from jugging and swiping the card. Now I'm the big dog on the yard. Know the youngin snuck in with that fire. I had to get rich 'fore I die. All this money is stacked to the sky. Every day I thank God I'm alive. Still that same nigga that be creeping with that Sig or the MAC-10. Sit on blocks, we in Your bushes where the grass thin. My bro died and I ain't see him in That casket. Heart real cold, so now I'm stacking Up this cash, bitch. Flip the floor and then Stuff the bands up in the attic. Bitch kicked my door and they ain't even flip The mattress. Now smoke for any nigga wanna have It. Pawn your jewelry and then I went and Bought a Phantom. in this bitch with my fire. I walk around with a nine. I get to counting the guap. Fingers are blue when I stomp. Gotta get rich 'fore I die. Bands, I be needing a lot. Came from jugging and swiping the card. Now I'm the big dog on the yard.