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ca$his - i'ma ride (g-mix) lyrics

[intro]
h-lla fly, never die, got these n-ggas 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)

[verse 1]
burn out, turn out the track in the dope house
it’s sittin’ in my rearview, clear view, i steered through
’cause n-ggas over here, way realer than they appear, too
hit some little kids, this is enough to k!ll 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 b-tch jam, pop it, i’ll let it rot, it’ll still shoot
n-gga say he gon’ k!ll 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 f-ckin’ with ya
it’s a new day, gimme your b-tch, i’m the new uday
live life like ain’t no n-gga gonna shoot me
fear none ’til it’s doomsday, i get my uzi fully, who rang?
tough talkin’ ’til i show ’em you a p-ssy, it’s the bootleg

[verse 2]
it’s goin’ down, mayday, i grind hard for my payday
keep-keep it movin’ like a freight train
my circle full of that ak, big bosses, great danes
i’ll hit your -ss with this great aim
slugs penetrate, it cause great pain
when you f-ck with mine, it’s hard to maintain
i’ma ride while i switch lanes
keep the hundred, never b-tchmade
i roll with a circle that itch, nay
we doin’ this work to get rich-made
i’m leavin’ his life in a ditch, mayne
all in the booth with your b-tch, ayy
she gimme more cut than a switchblade
(gimme more cut than a switchblade?)
can’t p-ss that, where the cash at?
s-e-b-b, we mash that
v-b-g, know where the stash at
talk that sh-t, get your -ss cracked
stack more paper than afflac
tot a bad b-tch with a fat back
bet i beat that up ’til the -ss flat
you know two puff then you p-ss that
got the fire rolled, light a match, stat
if you smoke, where your sack at?
get it poppin’, where the ‘gnac at?
dominatin’ like shaq’s back
it’s not where you from, it’s what you makin’
dedication, i don’t lack that
they talkin’ sh-t and i hear ’em talkin’
i got a full clip that go, “rat-tat”, uh-huh

[chorus]
h-lla fly, never die, got these n-ggas 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

[verse 3]
turn up, turn up, turn up
four zips in the whip get burnt up
four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique
cl!ck-boom, you gon’ get murdered, swaggin’
fully auto action for everybody that’s askin’
the mac rippin’ you flacid, now that sh-t was cl-ssic
now turn up, turn up, turn up
four bricks in the whip i’m servin’
your b-tch in the whip, not to blow my d-ck
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, b-tch
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 n-ggas who hatin’
so pull your skirt up and skirt ’em
and i’m one of the realest n-ggas you not gonna murder

[verse 4]
bk, heatmaker when the beat plays
tryna regain his peak fame when he sprays
always a top three place in each race
the rested is d and has no b-rain
you see, cain’s been chasin’ a dream state
since a teenager, been for big for his rename
no rapper stoppin’ me, i’m poppin’ ’til i’m off again
i feel like a king, all i need is a free way
i’ma write ’til the reaper finds me
my thought’s so deep that the greek poseidon
go down into the sea and find it
all sorts of my creatures hidin’
better meet the sirens
no one can ever see or try to follow me
the greek mythology would tell you, “he’s your highness”
while my eagle eyes sweeps seas and rises
for the perfect section for my team’s arrivin’
so we be ridin’

[verse 4]
pistol whip this n-gga
talkin’ out his neck (yeah)
beat ’em like the slavery days
and break the django out his neck
robbin’ just to feed my family
so they can rest -ssured
if i catch a n-gga snitchin’
i’ma hang ’em by his vocal cords (ahh) (let’s go!)
these n-ggas tryna k!ll me
but if you k!ll him, that’s four g gone (yeah)
put a checkmark on a n-gga’s head
call verizon 4g
i watch who i keep around me
since my own brother tried robbin’ me
this rap sh-t is my outlet
and i dare y’all pigs, try to charge me

[verse 5]
red eye through the sky, private jet flow
fly from the runway, high from the get go
when that fire from the gun spray
die if you don’t get low
you hate my content
but you love the way i spit, though
these n-ggas really wanna get rolled up
like dice, n-gga, what they hittin’ for?
fold that -ss up real nice
mills lane, let’s get it on
break ’em off proper, proper
break ’em off proper, proper
c-ck back the chopper
it go, “block-block-block-block-block-block-block”
yeah, i’m just bein’ so realistic
so realistic, no doubt about it, b-tch
i’m chauvinistic, chauvinistic
and ain’t no doubt, b-tch, in your mouth
that’s where i’m shovin’ this d-ck, shovin’ this d-ck
and it ain’t no doubt when it all go down
she gon’ be lovin’ this d-ck, lovin’ this d-ck
hahahaha
tomorrow mornin’ she’ll be mad at me
me, automatically, just another casualty
no limit when i’m in it, that’s that master d (d)
hahahaha, then i’ma slide off casually

[verse 6]
mac lucci on the grind, that’s just how i gotta be
bawdy, filled with dollar signs like i hit the lottery
if my baby’s gotta eat it’s gon’ be a robbery
they be like, “who did it?” that young thug n-gga from the b-b-g
you squares are rubik’s, keep it real how i do this
true pimp ’cause the shoe fit, i ain’t even want the b-tch
but when i spoke, she dipped, go in on my grill like a toothpick
she chose up, twenty k on my wrist when i roll up
fifteen on my neck, sh-t froze up
make a player hater sick that i blow up
roll up, og homie we throw up
low key that mean we tore up
when i hit it from the back, she slow up
slow motion for me, b-tch i think i’m juvenile
been gettin’ cash money since a juvenile
middle finger to a buster, f-ck what you got to say
million dollars in the safe, b-tch i think i’m dr. dre
send them birdies ot my new beamer need some gas
bring my moolah back fast or they’ll get it out your -ss

[verse 7]
car start, thirty ozone
big dawg with a big bite, cain, course i’m
holes through your torso
panamera porsche
fishscale, cocaína, call ’em air forces
gardena, compton, la, chiraq
fly me in and out of town, i’ll be right back
sack full of og, smoke that holy moly
i ain’t flexin’, but my wrist hold the coldest rolly
rep my city big, crenshaw the fig
shout out to my little brodie, what up dirt diggs?
b-tches off that tunechi, i’m built to brawl with lucci
two gs on my belt, so you know i’m gucci
i don’t pay for coogi, thots, ratchets, groupies
f-ck with b-tches in the benzes, not the hoes with hoopties
westbound, i’m branded, apartments to mansions
big doty the stage k!ller, charlie manson

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