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