shoreline mafia - ride around lyrics
[intro]
ron-ron load it up, ron-ron load it up
ron-ron, do that sh-t
[verse 1: master kato]
ron-ron load this sh-t up ’cause i’m ’bout to load the tec’s in
all these b-tches want me, why these b-tches think they special?
all my n-gg-s geekin’, if you tweakin’ we gon’ press you
i just love this money, i got hundreds on my schedule
lil’ ho, i ain’t really trippin’ ’bout that lil’ dough
i’m good, though, ambitions of a rider like i’m lud foe
mastercard, accepted everywhere, lil’ b-tch, i’m good, ho
check your grandma house, your mama house, i’m even in the hood, though
gang bang, pistol ridin’ shotty when i change lanes
bang bang, hit her from the back, i hear my chain sw-ng
i don’t know this b-tch but she just f-cked me ’cause my stage name
all these n-gg-s’ b-tches gettin’ f-cked because they stay lame
facts, all my n-gg-s stay with the packs, yeah, that’s a fact
and if you at the gate you gettin’ taxed, yeah, that’s a fact, n-gg-
and these n-gg-s with me and they all shootin’
got fifty of ’em off the molly and they all booted
[chorus: master kato]
i’m ridin’ ’round, hundred rounds on my sh-t, extended, b-tch
get that work around, no, this sh-t ain’t endin’, b-tch
and if he holdin’ pounds, have my n-gg-s get his sh-t
flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
ridin’ ’round, hundred rounds on my sh-t, extended, b-tch
get that work around, no, this sh-t ain’t endin’, b-tch
and if he holdin’ pounds, all my n-gg-s get his sh-t
flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
[verse 2: master kato]
hold up, i heard these n-gg-s got him
so what’s the f-ckin’ deal, n-gg-, we gon’ f-ckin’ rob him?
okay, i’m not gon’ rob him but my n-gg-s gon’ solve him
lil’ n-gg-s love the .38s, they love them problems
ayy, 45th and evans, n-gg- i came from the bottom
stayed down with the juggin’, now my shoes red bottoms
i said yeah we good, mama, you ain’t gotta stress now
money comin’ in, i just watch it stretched out, yeah
[chorus: master kato]
i’m ridin’ ’round, hundred rounds on my sh-t, extended, b-tch
get that work around, no, this sh-t ain’t endin’, b-tch
and if he holdin’ pounds, have my n-gg-s get his sh-t
flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
ridin’ ’round, hundred rounds on my sh-t, extended, b-tch
get that work around, no, this sh-t ain’t endin’, b-tch
and if he holdin’ pounds, all my n-gg-s get his sh-t
flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
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