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letra de ride out - ynr s

[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

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