Kid Ink - Ride Out (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kid Ink - Ride Out (en) Lyrics
Came in at first, had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I
ain't had nothin'
We done sold out, now
everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll out, now
everybody smashin'
Get ready cause you know we
'bout to be a problem
Hope you ready cause you know
it 'bout to be a problem
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gon' ride on forever
We ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Take over the street, that's how we roll
Fancy when I drive, six cars
in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend
it, do it my way
I fight you like a matador,
fresh out the catalog
One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
Paper chase, vamanos, all my
dogs riding smoke
Mob heavy like the Pope, for
that pot of gold
We are not alone, boy, better
check your tone
You gone need a lot of help, I
ain't talkin' bank loans
Sit with us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, some
bad motherfuckers
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should
be looking up to me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' cause we next now
and forever to death
Be loyal, real, and respect,
stay ahead of the rest
We just sit back, relax, doin'
things to impress
Got no time to waste
And no way these niggas
stoppin' me, oh no
Flyin' from a mile away
It's not a problem, only real
ones follow me
And I can do this with my eyes closed
Blindfold two times over
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
I ain't trippin', you try to
get it your night's over
Talkin' on Melatonin, get it
and fight coma
What's defeat to a giant,
niggas feedin' the fire
History, niggas be less them
niggas flee when they flyin'
You don't believe it? Then try it
We don't believe in just tryin'
I call it peoples and leave
'em in 100 pieces divided
That's cold cutting
And I've been this dope for
like four summers
And I ain't really going for
the he say, or she say
Keep it G for Pete's sake
I know this shit that bone you pick
Might leave you niggas fillets
It's YG 4hunnid!
Is you ridin'?
Is you with all the
burglarizing and the violence
If Jimmy got caught up, but
you was right there with him
So the police askin' you
questions, is you gone keep
quiet?
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
When I can't tell that's the
type of way that I hate
You got that fake-friend syndrome
There's no cure so them
symptoms is gon' show
You know the code, stick
around, hold it down, never
fold
Like it's a crease up in your
Dicky Browns
Hold up, each one teach one
Motivate each one to be something
Cause I ain't just another statistic
I do this, this, and that if
you wanna get specific
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
For me and my day one hittas
Ride out!
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