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shoreline mafia - ride out lyrics

[intro: lil yachty]
i just did this so fast
this sh+t, this sh+t is easy, this sh+t just hard
run me my check
lil boat, ayy, b+tch, gang
ayy+ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, gang, ayy, whoo, ayy+ayy, ayy

[chorus: lil yachty]
ayy, ride out, ride out (skrrt)
with a stick and we ride out (ride)
ayy, gang+gang, gang+gang, gang+gang
b+tch, the gang out (b+tch)
move out my way, b+tch, move, i’ma burn out (b+tch)
tell that lil b+tch come through (skrrt)
all that cappin’, break her back out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
man, who said i fell off? fall off my d+ck, b+tch
been on my vlone, be on my own sh+t (ayy, gang, whoo)
choppa get to singing like my own song, b+tch
you ain’t giving top, sh+t, well be gone, b+tch, hoe

[verse 1: rob vicious]
i run up with it (ho), with the stick, it spittin’ (grrat)
shoot his whole face off (shoot his whole face off)
can’t tell you who did it (can’t tell you who did it)
b+tch, i’m rob vicious (b+tch, i’m rob vicious)
and my life so savage (and my life so savage)
i retired from the mavericks (i retired from the mavericks)
all my ice, lotta carats (all my ice, lotta carats, yeah)
f+ck your wife, no marriage (no marriage)
lil’ rob just hit it (lil’ rob just hit it)
then she suck my brother (then she suck my brother)
even f+ck my children (even f+ck my children)
man, this b+tch trippin’ (man, this b+tch trippin’)
man, this b+tch vicious (man, this b+tch vicious)
i said, “stop suckin'” (i said, “stop suckin'”)
that b+tch don’t listen (that b+tch don’t listen)
i came outside, trap with the block today
i can get money all lots of ways
remember when i had to flock and pay (yeah)
now look at them dollars lil’ rob just made
i run it up in a whole lotta ways
swore i done called a whole lotta plays (yeah, ayy)
i’m sick, need a check+up (check+up)
i done ran me a check up (check up)
need a brand new tesla (skrrt)
cartier got me lookin’ like professor (skrrt)
i’m sick, need a check+up (check+up)
i done ran me a check up (a check up)
need a brand new tesla (tesla)
cartier got me lookin’ like professor
[chorus: lil yachty]
ayy, ride out, ride out (skrrt)
with a stick and we ride out (ride)
ayy, gang+gang, gang+gang, gang+gang
b+tch, the gang out (b+tch)
move out my way, b+tch, move, i’ma burn out (b+tch)
tell that lil b+tch come through (skrrt)
all that cappin’, break her back out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
man, who said i fell off? fall off my d+ck, b+tch
been on my vlone, be on my own sh+t (ayy, gang, whoo)
choppa get to singing like my own song, b+tch
you ain’t giving top, sh+t, well be gone, b+tch

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
stop, drop, mix it in the soda pop
put the soda in the pot, i’m gon’ whip it ’til it’s rock
i said, “stop, drop, mix it in the soda pop
put the soda in the pot, i’m gon’ whip it ’til it’s rock”
look, it’s ots and qc, we f+ckin’ all the groupies
condoms for the cooties, she a snack and i’m scooby
smoke a n+gga like a doobie, blow a n+gga like a eighth
b+tch, i’m on the block, in my pockets, it’s a lotta cake
and i’m on your thot ’cause i heard she give a lotta face
i be pourin’ lotta eights, sip it raw, i love the taste
’cause i heard she give a lotta face
i be pourin’ lotta eights, sip it raw, i love it straight
[chorus: lil yachty]
ayy, ride out, ride out (skrrt)
with a stick and we ride out (ride)
ayy, gang+gang, gang+gang, gang+gang
b+tch, the gang out (b+tch)
move out my way, b+tch, move, i’ma burn out (b+tch)
tell that lil b+tch come through (skrrt)
all that cappin’, break her back out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
man, who said i fell off? fall off my d+ck, b+tch
been on my vlone, be on my own sh+t (ayy, gang, whoo)
choppa get to singing like my own song, b+tch
you ain’t giving top, sh+t, well be gone, b+tch, hoe

[verse 3: fenix flexin]
i’m with lil boat but our pockets been on fat
in the uber with my .30, if you try me, you get smacked
i ain’t worried ’bout no money, n+ggas know i’m gettin’ racks
i just hopped up in that foreign, poured the ‘dusse then did the dash
i count a lotta money, i f+ck a lotta hoes
i sip a lotta lean, i buy a lotta clothes
we got h+lla beef, n+gga, we brought all the poles
n+ggas think it’s h+lla sweet until we let that choppa go

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