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ynr s - ride out lyrics

[intro]
woo, woo, woo
know what goin’ on cuh
grape street crip sh+t
what i say?
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
pu+pu+put on a ski, you won’t recognize
put that cash on his head he a dead guy
shoot him in the head, that’s a bullseye
yeah, her p+ssy good and her head fire
yeah, i’m on a perc it’s for my s+x drive
put the glock to his face, leave him cross+eyed
he was barkin’, so you know his dawg died
b+tch, i’m only sixteen with mob ties
i send a hit and then my n+gga go fetch
hunnid some shots when i let off this tec
he was gaspin’ for air, ’cause i shot at his neck
and you can’t come on this boat these guns on deck
p+ssy ass n+gga he ain’t never did a murder
b+b+bullets make him drop like a n+gga was a [?]
p+p+put him in the ground ’cause a n+gga finna dirt him
i+i+i ain’t goin’ lie i ain’t even wanna hurt him
every single one of my gun got extension
let a n+gga know if a n+gga got tension
tryin’ to rob me? i’ma get a life sentence
i’ma shoot this b+tch ’til that mother f+cker finished
i need me a perc’ with a xan’
d+d+d+d+mn, i feel like a junkie
n+gga wanna joke, i don’t see sh+t funny
pull up broad day, i’ma shoot at your mommy
brrr, slide all night ’til it’s sunny
wipe a n+gga nose like he had snot running
drac’ start kickin’ like a n+gga playing fifa
earned my stripes, like a n+gga was adidas
sick with the sh+t, like a n+gga had a z
f+f+four, five shots when i’m in the two+seater
yeah, what is yo’ set?
diss on the c, i’ma put you to rest
finger f+cked the k, my gun molest
i was in school with the gun on my desk, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n+gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n+gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
thirty shots when i let off the four+pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds

[verse 2]
yeah, b+tch i be rappin’ and steppin’
pray to the lord like a n+gga a [?]
p+p+p+pull up and shoot like a n+gga was ready
don’t talk to the cops, but your n+ggas, they tellin’
tell all of my opps, i’ma shoot ’em all
i’ma pop a n+gga, like a adderall
headshot bullets goin’ through his jaw
rob a n+gga and leave him with sh+tty drawers
a+a+ak or the drac’, what i’ma tote?
bullets in his throat, like a root beer float
wipe a n+gga clean, like i had a bar of soap
b+b+b+b+tch, i’m a demon and i’m mixed with a choke
choppa on the new wave, choppa got a new flow
hit ’em with the .40, leave ’em on the floor
i’ma stretch a n+gga, like a yo+yo
hit ’em with a headshot and we can call that a low blow, yeah, yeah
[bridge]
i’m hotter than lava, my n+gga
i hang with the robbers and k!llers
i hang with drug dealers
but i’m makin’ six figures, yeah

[chorus]
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n+gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n+gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
30 shots when i let off the four+pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n+gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n+gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
30 shots when i let off the four+pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds

- ynr s lyrics

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