Ride

[Intro: Tory Lanez] Yo EP, this beat is so ugly Yeah nigga, motherfuck it is Fargo shit, racks, what's poppin' nigga You know, this One Umbrella G.D.S. shit my nigga Act like you don't know, better story the fuck up nigga Fargo [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked [Verse 1: Biiig Rax] Young nigga from the dirty part Dirty jeans tryna be a star Ferrari drivin' down the boulevard Out here grindin' gonna make it far Remember sleeping where the junkies stay Remember chillin' where the gunners stay Remember the nights on the block Making wops with the pot the same cup for like 30 days Remember seeing chick with the pretty face She wanna fuck cause the dirty cake Shoutout my nigga that Tory Lanez Shoot to kill, gunners stocked in my gang I'm stackin' my money from knee high She wanna fuck cause of D.I Bitch you can't see us Pull off and skrt, onomatopoeia My niggas are P.I. more bitches followin' him than a beehive My nigga got six, fuck it I might just run up on a C.I I'm doin' my Diddy boy y'all better stay out my B.I That .40 go bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop Now y'all niggas see why [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked [Verse 2: AyFiF] These bitches don't care about him And these niggas don't worry 'bout him I'm no limits, so 'bout it 'bout it I'm smokin' loud, you won't hear about it Don't break a bitch, don't got no feelings Made a livin' off dope dealin' In the 6 with my woes chillin' Cabana party got no ceilings Got Tory Lanez all on the track Had to go throw Rax on it Fuck with G.D.S. and it's a wrap If we can't find him then throw a pack on him Maybe a fo' and a half on him (Huh) Either way he gon' get eat like Frito Lay Niggas get shot just like everyday But these niggas don't want drama like Mary J Sweeter than Mary-Kate Niggas know that I push heavy weight Cuttin' these bricks like a wedding cake In the Pyrex, watch it marinate Took the bitch a serenade Now I'm fuckin' that bitch watch me demonstrate I walk around with the .40 tucked Capo in here, he know what's up If you get close then the .40 bust Bitch blowin' up, the cops showin' up [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked Bitch, you know what's up If we got to ridin' on you niggas And that .40 tucked Case I gots to slide on you niggas And you know what's up All I do is ride for my niggas And you know it's up Bitch, I got that .40 tucked