a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ca$his - i'ma ride lyrics

[intro: ca$his]
yeah
it’s king ca$his
yeah
my homeboy problem, what up, g?
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: ca$his]
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

[chorus: ca$his]
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 2: problem]
turn up, turn up, turn up
four zips in the whip get burnt up
four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique
cl1ck-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

- cahis lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS