I'ma Ride - Cashis, Problem, Roscoe

Yeah

It’s King Ca$his

Yeah

My homeboy problem, what up, G?

Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me

Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see

I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be

Test my side, bullets fly (Bullets fly, bullets fly)

Burn out, turn out the track in the dope house

It’s sittin' in my rearview, clear view, I steered through

'Cause niggas over here, way realer than they appear, too

Hit some little kids, this is enough to kill you

'Cause I know the value of a hundred dollar bill, dude

Put it on your head forever, 'til it mildew

Body shots to the body, rah, it’ll still do

That bitch jam, pop it, I’ll let it rot, it’ll still shoot

Nigga say he gon' kill you?

Tell me what you will do

I’ma pop in broad day while channel five film, cool

Certified real dude, paint a picture, let it ride

Forty-five, grip 'em right, I ain’t fuckin' with ya

It’s a new day, gimme your bitch, I’m the new Uday

Live life like ain’t no nigga gonna shoot me

Fear none 'til it’s doomsday, I get my uzi fully, who rang?

Tough talkin' 'til I show 'em you a pussy, it’s the bootleg

Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me

Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see

I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be

Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be

Turn up, turn up, turn up

Four zips in the whip get burnt up

Four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique

Click-boom, you gon' get murdered, swaggin'

Fully auto action for everybody that’s askin'

The MAC rippin' you flacid, now that shit was classic

Now turn up, turn up, turn up

Four bricks in the whip I’m servin'

Your bitch in the whip, not to blow my dick

But to hold my bricks while I get my chips

I’m on six hundred

Four-fifty on the kit, let 'em load my wrist

And the opp-ers get murdered

Yeah, the opp-ers get murdered

Os on my clothes, got a stack of 5−0s

Through lines on my squirr, get served

Now go and get courage

I’ll pop two Percs and it’s curtains

I hope you have insurance

Don’t want your mama to get no burden

Since you was sellin' birds, bitch

I hope that it was workin'

And one thing that’s for certain

Ain’t no perpin' when workin'

And I just got me ten squirrs

I guess suppliers and workers

I stunt on niggas who hatin'

So pull your skirt up and skirt 'em

And I’m one of the realest niggas you not gonna murder

Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me

Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see

I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be

Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

Another casualty, another casualty, casualty

I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be