Uh
Off top, no cap
When you hittin' these bitches make sure you wearing a hat
Skinny bull, Ima' make sure my pockets fat
When it come to my game just know I'm on top of
That when it come to my game just know Im on top of that
Im the one with the flame, keep it lit candle wax
Used to handle packs, Cunningham bringing Randall back
Priv gotta ball, you the straw that broke the camel back
Ride or die you know we in the field
Scarface all these cockroaches gettin' killed
I did the time by myself I ain't have no rap
You the type start singing tryna' get a deal
I know when somethin' get fishy I always keep it ill
Fake niggas have a hard time keeping it real
My shooter stay on reserve he always keep a steal
He puttin' suckas on ice I told em' keep it chill
He like naw Priv "he should chill"
Or I might just pop you thinkin' he concealed
Get the trey line you up while you eat ya meal
Now ya inside outside we see ya meal
On top of them mills I'm already gon' make
I can see it in ya face you already gon' hate
Suckas tryna' blackball me I'm still on they lips
Excuse the french but they still on my dick
Ride or die
Ride or die
Lately I been hearing a whole lotta' lies
Ride or die
Ride or die
Make us pull up on you it's a homicide
Ride or die
Ride or die
I can't trust that bitch she ain't qualified
Ride or die
Ride or die
Catch you plottin' on us than you gotta' die
Ay check, play dirty we cleaning supplies for the ops
Pull up with the broom in the bucket with the mop
Philly bull where I'm from it's cold shit get hot
Tryn' stop us from ballin' that's how you get rocked
No joke Chris Rock laugh all you want
Rollin' backs back to back had to keep it blunt
Mami wanted me to chase her I ain't bout to hunt
Never been a dummy man I ain't gotta' stunt
They swagger jackin' they got no style
Pull up Allen Iverson I know they foul
I'm the answer even when they question me
Everything you got salty on the recipe
Dusse' henny ciroc
Getting to the gwop, jawns tryna' give me the bop
They know me on the block dumbo
Ima' see food gumbo
Lotta blessings coming to me I keep being humble
Philly where I'm from the concrete jungle
Might hit you with somethin' I'm too clean to rumble
She tryna' get her weave done she know I got them bundles
Lotta' suckas be rapping but all I hear is mumble
Lotta' suckas gave up and started dickridin'
Can't beat em' than join em' they started deciding
I never switch sides unless I'm in the whip driving
I told her this not a playground got ya chick slidin'
Ride or die
Ride or die
Lately I been hearing a whole lotta' lies
Ride or die
Ride or die
Make us pull up on you it's a homicide
Ride or die
Ride or die
I can't trust that bitch she ain't qualified
Ride or die
Ride or die
Catch you plottin' on us than you gotta' die