Kid Ink feat. Tyga - Ride Out (OST F7) | Текст песни

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• Kid Ink feat. Tyga
• Ride Out (OST F7)

Came in at first, had bad luck,
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin',
We done sold out, now everybody mad at me,
Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smash it,
Get ready, ‘cause, you know, we bout to be a problem,
Hope you ready, ‘cause, you know, it bout to be a problem.

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go,
Squad up, never roll alone,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.
Pull up right in your zone,
Take over the street, that's how we roll,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway,
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way,
I fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalog,
One fall, we all fall, crew like dominoes.
But chase, vamonos, all my dogs ridin' smoke,
Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold,
We are not alone, boy, better check your tone,
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans.
Sit with us, table last supper,
Toast to the brothers, some bad mothafuckas,
Yeah, ain't nothing but pure luxury,
You lookin' left to me, should be lookin' up to me.
Preferably one of the best,
She ridin', ‘cause we next now and forever to death,
Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest,
We just sit back, relax, doin' thangs to impress.

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go,
Squad up, never roll alone,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.
Pull up right in your zone,
Take over the street, that's how we roll,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.

[Verse 2: Wale]
Ridin' on tunnel ways,
Ain't no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no!
Flyin' from a mile away,
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me.
And I can do this with my eyes closed,
Blindfold two times over,
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers,
I ain't trippin', you try to get it, your night's over,
Talkin' all Melatonin, get it, in-flight coma.
What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire,
History, niggas be less, them niggas flea when they flyin',
You don't believe it? Then try it.
We don't believe in just trying,
I call them peoples, and leave 'em in hundred pieces divided.
That's cold blooded,
And I've been this dope for like four summers,
And I ain't really goin' for the he say, or she say,
Keep it G, for Pete's sake,
I know, this shit that bone you pick,
Might leave you niggas feetless.

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go,
Squad up, never roll alone,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.
Pull up right in your zone,
Take over the street, that's how we roll,
And we gon' ride on forever,
We ride out together.

[Verse 3: YG]
It's YG 4 Hunnid!
Is you ridin'?
Is you with all the burglarizin' and the violence?
If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there with him,
So the police askin' you questions, is you gon' keep quiet?
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate.
You got that fake friend syndrome,
There's no cure, so them symptoms is gon' show.
You know the code – stick around, hold it down, never fold,
Like it's a crease up in your Dicky browns.
Hold up, each one teach one,
Motivate each one to be something,
‘Cause I ain't just another statistic,
I do this and that if you wanna get specific,
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker,
For me and my day one hitters.

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