Ride Wit Da Fye PT. 2 - Lil Gnar, YBN Nahmir

Finna get a new 'Vette cash, narcs on my ass

Young niggas 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 close, ho

Rockstar, give some coke to your main ho (Uh)

Brand new 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 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 tooly

My slime told me, «Hold up, let me shoot it»

Hit 'em in the leg, get a ring

Hit 'em in the brain, get a chain

Got some new K’s and I might send the gang

Ice in my teeth same color lemonade (Lemonade)

I’m from the Eastside

Cracking them cards, they living off pizza (Pizza)

Stack it then blow it in Neiman (Neiman)

That’s why my neck on Katrina (Katrina)

She want a real nigga to beat it

Mornin', mornin', check, bitch

Finna catch a jet lift

Finna catch a jet lift

I’m on to the next bitch

Snuck in this bitch with my fire (Fire)

I walk around with the knots (Knots)

I get to counting the guap (Guap)

Fingers is blue when I stop (Stop)

Gotta get rich 'fore I die (Die)

Them bands, I be needing a lot (Lot)

Came from jugging and swiping the card (Card)

Now I’m the big dawg on the yard (Yard), ayy

Snuck in this bitch with my fire (Fire)

I walk around with the knots (Knots)

I get to counting the guap (Guap)

Fingers is blue when I stop (Stop)

Gotta get rich 'fore I die (Die)

Them bands, I be needing a lot (Lot)

Came from jugging and swiping the card (Card)

Now I’m the big dawg on the yard (Yard)

Know the youngin snuck in with that fire (That fire)

I had to get rich 'fore I die ('Fore I die)

All this money, it stack to the sky (Sky)

Every day I thank God I’m alive (I'm alive)

Still that same nigga that be creepin' with that SIG or the MAC-10 (SIG or the

MAC-10)

Sittin' on blocks, we in your bushes where the grass bend (Where the grass bend)

My bro died and I ain’t see him in that casket

Heart real cold so now I’m stackin' up this cash, bitch (Stackin' up this cash)

Flip the blower then stuff the bands in the attic (Up in the attic)

Bitch kicked my door and they ain’t even flip the mattress (Flip the mattress)

Now it’s smoke for any nigga who wanna have it (Who wanna have it)

Pawn your jewelry and then I went and bought a Patek

Snuck in this bitch with my fire (Fire)

I walk around with the knots (Knots)

I get to counting the guap (Guap)

Fingers is blue when I stop (Stop)

Gotta get rich 'fore I die (Die)

Them bands, I be needing a lot (Lot)

Came from jugging and swiping the card (Card)

Now I’m the big dawg on the yard (Yard)