Ride With Me YFG FATSO

[Intro]
I don't be tryna fight
Who gon' die tonight?
Don't gotta be at bay, don't gotta be at bay
Woah (DB)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just catch my moods, but don't get in my feelings (I don't get in)
Bronem stuck the Rhude, Dior my shoes, yes, it's true, I'm not Christian (Yeah, it's true)
Start laughin' about my pain and I'm gon' shoot (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
I'ma keep doin' the same things, tryna raise my rap shit towards the roof (Come on, come on)

[Chorus]
Come ride with me (Get in), guns in your door
Try if you want, you gon' die in the streets (Boy, you gon' die)
Only got sliders with me (Come on, come on)
Same bitch you lovin', behind your back, your ho gon' cheat (No)
She ain't the same bitch for him, fuck what it was and let shit be
Come ride with me, guns in your door
Try if you want, you gon' die in the streets (Come on)
Only got sliders with me (Aw, yeah)
Same bitch who love you, behind your back, your ho gon' cheat
She ain't the same bitch for him, fuck what it was and let shit be

[Verse]
Don't wanna risk it, niggas out for my head, so I bought all the switches
Dodged a sentence, catch me if you can, fast car on the E-way, doggin' it
Stomp out, push on my gas, the car, I feel it (Oh, oh)
Catch the next one out here bad, I ain't gon' crash, but we gon' get him (Aw, yeah)
Paper and laugh, she only come with her pussy and I got some paper and laugh
Nightmares when I sleep, pop when I'm geeked, barely got open eye (Barely got open eye)
One more ride, hate you dead and gone, only want one more ride (Only want one more ride)
I can't let them stop me at no door, I ain't got no more time (I ain't got no more time)
Killin' behind my bro, here to just go and bust my golden nine
Rockin' inside of the trenches, blow up your block, I feel like GoldenEye (Come on, come on)
Crash out for every nigga, if you want smoke, you can meet my startin' five (You can meet my startin' five)
Talkin' it out of his head, I'm fed up, so a opp nigga just got quieted (Aw, aw, aw, yeah)
So many bad lil' bitches, but I'll admit it, it ain't gon' work (It ain't gon' work)
I get the felon, a felony class, so the glee sit in her purse
They tried to paint me to this bad guy and the state still did it first (Come on)
They tryna paint me to this bad guy, my BM does it worse (Aw)
So many bad lil' bitches, but I'll admit it, it ain't gon' work (It ain't gon' work)
I get the felon, a felony class, so the glee sit in her purse
They tried to paint me to this bad guy and the state still did it first
They tryna paint me to this bad guy, my BM does it worse (Aw, yeah)