[Hook 1: repeat 2X]
We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall
While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mall
And the loss, motherfucka betta check my
Hit em up with the tech 9
Betta keep my gun off, saftey
While they try'n to chase me
You know a nigga go 'till the next time
[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
A nigga ride 'till we die, hell, ball till me fall
Fuck 'round wit nuthin but G's
Flip'n it-ly, snoop keys with d'z and white walls
Night y'all, try to fuckin mind
Betta call two niggas with a least two nines
And get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we find
I ain't lyin
Motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthin
Got a full clip in, dump
But no any nigga out here startin somethin
Motherfucka set trendz 'n let his ends stack from the flo' to the ceilin
Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions
Niggas feelings hurt cuz we did lock the game
Sewin up all box of caines, from younga G's
Cuz IDs'll keep some pocket change
And it's strange hows a nigga I who his way in
Leave a nigga six feet deep peepin outta casket
Baskets lay in
Sway in, up in the wind like thee American flag
Hell I'm out to bury the fag
Fuckin around wit us G's, a nigga gonna get toe-tagged
Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state
From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake
We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall
While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mall
And the loss, motherfucka betta check my
Hit em up with the tech 9
Betta keep my gun off, saftey
While they try'n to chase me
You know a nigga go 'till the next time
[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
A nigga ride 'till we die, hell, ball till me fall
Fuck 'round wit nuthin but G's
Flip'n it-ly, snoop keys with d'z and white walls
Night y'all, try to fuckin mind
Betta call two niggas with a least two nines
And get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we find
I ain't lyin
Motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthin
Got a full clip in, dump
But no any nigga out here startin somethin
Motherfucka set trendz 'n let his ends stack from the flo' to the ceilin
Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions
Niggas feelings hurt cuz we did lock the game
Sewin up all box of caines, from younga G's
Cuz IDs'll keep some pocket change
And it's strange hows a nigga I who his way in
Leave a nigga six feet deep peepin outta casket
Baskets lay in
Sway in, up in the wind like thee American flag
Hell I'm out to bury the fag
Fuckin around wit us G's, a nigga gonna get toe-tagged
Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state
From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake
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