Ridin’ Wit Dat Tick Ringtones

Yeah Uh-huh Cash Davis on the beat, yeah Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin' How the fuck I ain't end up in there when we was really drillin'? Can't afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings? I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin' I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions? Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain't have no ceilings Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn't have no feelings All them bitches under his belt and ain't got no civilians Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em Damn, how you know? 'Cause I was right there with him If I'm in interrogations, I'ma claim my innocence I won't pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence Go'n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit Don't see too many, we militant Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it Park it in mama garage and just chill in it Got bullet holes in it, who been in it? Tint it, be right back in a minute Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished Next day, we was back out on business Got nothin' to prove, I'm just reflectin', God be my witness Don't disrespect 'cause I'll wet you and won't seek forgiveness The world really wanna know just how I'm livin' Gave it to 'em raw, so now I'm one of the realest And I still got the same killers rollin' with me Got my Glock, I'm playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60 I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60 Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy Niggas still mad, they pissy Know my block sad, they miss me Mama always said I'd be ridin' with heat So every time I slide, gotta kiss me Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek Ain't even gonna buy her some Tiffany I won't never let 'em catch me slippin' (uh-uh) So I'm ridin' with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) Gotta ride with it (ridin') Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) I'm still ridin' with it (ridin') I'ma die for this shit (grrt) And I love my hood, but you think I'ma die for this shit? (What?) All the niggas already died for this shit? Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit Keep my heat, I don't like surprises And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise Ain't no love in this shit Niggas watched me starve all in this shit Now I'm eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick You wouldn't be hittin' me if I wasn't rich Miles away, be hearin' this Then I come back 'round and niggas don't say shit 'Cause I ain't no bitch You wasn't ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back When this shit crack and see an opp It feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift wrap him And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I'm Dominique (Wilkins) Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (killed 'em) Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (swervin') So I'm ridin' with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) Gotta ride with it (ridin') Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) I'm still ridin' with it (ridin') I'ma die for this shit

Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' Don't give a fuck, poppin' bottles in the club Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes Bitch I don't care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection I be ignant Pray to God I'ma die with my nine on my side Mothafuck cops, bustin' like a pork, better hide Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo Cigarettes to my lungs 'til I let the pistol go Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do 'Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot With a bullet grazin', I almost took my life Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe I can't see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin' Ain't nothin', the energy I generate The underground underdog 'bout to fall off Into another generation I was workin, bussin' tables, now I got my own squid on the plate Fuck the fame, baby, I don't wanna live in L.A Back to the M-I-A to the M-I Gon' lay with a ho, face in the coke lines Toe taggin' rappers thinkin' that they're snappin' Goin' bar to bar with me is suicide You or I, do or die, baby, don't even worry about who am I Bank account go stupid now You should know about the whip situation (aye) Tour been feelin' like a damn vacation Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin' where he at You was blacked out in the damn basement Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' Yo, I don't give two fucks, I blow big bucks Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux 'Cause after the party's the hotel lobby And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team All coked out on a scale of a triple beam Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas Shoot case, military scopes Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat Each slug is like one big egg roll Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro 'Cause we don't play those games Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim Guns never jam, we don't waste rounds Best shot's behind the ear like chhhk BOW Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do' (yeah)