Ride Out NLE Choppa

[Intro]
Woo, woo, woo
Know what goin' on cuh
Grape street crip shit
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 pussy good and her head fire
Yeah, I'm on a Perc it's for my sex drive
Put the Glock to his face, leave him cross-eyed
He was barkin', so you know his dawg died
Bitch, I'm only sixteen with mob ties
I send a hit and then my nigga 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
Pussy ass nigga he ain't never did a murder
B-B-Bullets make him drop like a nigga was a hurdle
P-P-Put him in the ground 'cause a nigga 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 nigga know if a nigga got tension
Tryin' to rob me? I'ma get a life sentence
I'ma shoot this bitch 'til that mother fucker finished
I need me a Perc' with a Xan'
D-D-D-Damn, I feel like a junkie
Nigga wanna joke, I don't see shit funny
Pull up broad day, I'ma shoot at your mommy
Brrr, slide all night 'til it's sunny
Wipe a nigga nose like he had snot running
Drac' start kickin' like a nigga playing Fifa
Earned my stripes, like a nigga was Adidas
Sick with the shit, like a nigga 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 fucked the K, my gun molest
I was in school with the gun on my desk, yeah, yeah