gsntd - ride around lyrics
[intro]
thumbtack, sentarion
straight, f-cking, fire
aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh
[chorus: sentarion]
b-tch i cop, a coupe, and i ride, around, (gang)
when i drop, and shoot, my sh-t don’t make a sound, (gang)
if you pull up, i’mma put you on the ground, (aye)
try to test me and my clique, then we pull up and we hound, (aye)
b-tch i cop, a coupe, and i ride, around, (gang)
when i drop, and shoot, my sh-t don’t make a sound, (gang)
if you pull up, i’mma put you on the ground, (aye)
try to test me and my clique, we pull up and we hound, (aye)
[verse 1: sentarion & td ceasar]
b-tch i’m countin’ up my bands, in the back of the club
go back to f-ckin’ up the fans, if you wanna get bucked
i’mma put you in a trance, b-tch a carry a gun
and if you really wanna test me, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
so i’mma pull up with the clique, and my glock, got a d-ck
i might need a couple tissues, because my diamonds be sick
i’mma hit it from the back, and my b-tch, she be thick
pull up on my block, choppa bite you like a tick
i cook you up, like yo -ss, is some f-ckin’ mutton
hit you wit a stick, then my glock go back to bustin’
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, b-tch you really pressin’ b-ttons
be ready to die, because my choppa like huntin’
in the back, smokin’ dope, gettin’ money, chokin’ throats
smoke so much, broke my nose, now my blood, soaked my clothes
b-tch i bust, tote a four, if you test me, you a hoe
b-tch, i’m runnin’ out the door, choppa hit you like the woah
[chorus: sentarion]
b-tch i cop, a coupe, and i ride, around, (gang)
when i drop, and shoot, my sh-t don’t make a sound, (gang)
if you pull up, i’mma put you on the ground, (aye)
try to test me and my clique, then we pull up and we hound, (aye)
b-tch i cop, a coupe, and i ride, around, (gang)
when i drop, and shoot, my sh-t don’t make a sound, (gang)
if you pull up, i’mma put you on the ground, (aye)
try to test me and my clique, we pull up and we hound, (aye)
[verse 2: sentarion & td ceasar]
got a choppa, and it f-ck you like a b-tch
now i got your b-tch, and she suckin’ on my d-ck
countin’ up my bands, i’m so motherf-ckin’ rich
i got bored, so i’mma tote another f-ckin’ stick
gunshot, make you rot, you a little hoe
you ain’t bustin’, no glock, what you f-ckin’ know?
ain’t no p-ssy scare me, i f-ck up my foes
now i copped a whip, and i’m ridin’ with my woes
sentarion the air fish, who you f-ckin’ testin’
i don’t f-ckin’ care b-tch, if you really stressin’
we both know d-mn well, that i ain’t the one you pressin’
and if i f-ckin’ am, then i keep a smith & weston
they used to call me thumbtack, now they call me ceasar
pull up on my block, choppa bite you like a tweezer
glacier on my neck, b-tch i’m lookin’ like a freezer
test me little p-ssy, choppa eat you like a caesar…
[outro: td ceasar]
salad! haha
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