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ride out - ynr s lyrics

[intro]
woo, woo, woo
know what goin’ on cuh
grape street crip sh*t
what i say?
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
pu*pu*put on a ski, you won’t recognize
put that cash on his head he a dead guy
shoot him in the head, that’s a bullseye
yeah, her p*ssy good and her head fire
yeah, i’m on a perc it’s for my s*x drive
put the glock to his face, leave him cross*eyed
he was barkin’, so you know his dawg died
b*tch, i’m only sixteen with mob ties
i send a hit and then my n*gga go fetch
hunnid some shots when i let off this tec
he was gaspin’ for air, ’cause i shot at his neck
and you can’t come on this boat these guns on deck
p*ssy ass n*gga he ain’t never did a murder
b*b*bullets make him drop like a n*gga was a [?]
p*p*put him in the ground ’cause a n*gga finna dirt him
i*i*i ain’t goin’ lie i ain’t even wanna hurt him
every single one of my gun got extension
let a n*gga know if a n*gga got tension
tryin’ to rob me? i’ma get a life sentence
i’ma shoot this b*tch ’til that mother f*cker finished
i need me a perc’ with a xan’
d*d*d*d*mn, i feel like a junkie
n*gga wanna joke, i don’t see sh*t funny
pull up broad day, i’ma shoot at your mommy
brrr, slide all night ’til it’s sunny
wipe a n*gga nose like he had snot running
drac’ start kickin’ like a n*gga playing fifa
earned my stripes, like a n*gga was adidas
sick with the sh*t, like a n*gga had a z
f*f*four, five shots when i’m in the two*seater
yeah, what is yo’ set?
diss on the c, i’ma put you to rest
finger f*cked the k, my gun molest
i was in school with the gun on my desk, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n*gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n*gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
thirty shots when i let off the four*pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds

[verse 2]
yeah, b*tch i be rappin’ and steppin’
pray to the lord like a n*gga a [?]
p*p*p*pull up and shoot like a n*gga was ready
don’t talk to the cops, but your n*ggas, they tellin’
tell all of my opps, i’ma shoot ’em all
i’ma pop a n*gga, like a adderall
headshot bullets goin’ through his jaw
rob a n*gga and leave him with sh*tty drawers
a*a*ak or the drac’, what i’ma tote?
bullets in his throat, like a root beer float
wipe a n*gga clean, like i had a bar of soap
b*b*b*b*tch, i’m a demon and i’m mixed with a choke
choppa on the new wave, choppa got a new flow
hit ’em with the .40, leave ’em on the floor
i’ma stretch a n*gga, like a yo*yo
hit ’em with a headshot and we can call that a low blow, yeah, yeah
[bridge]
i’m hotter than lava, my n*gga
i hang with the robbers and k!llers
i hang with drug dealers
but i’m makin’ six figures, yeah

[chorus]
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n*gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n*gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
30 shots when i let off the four*pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds
slide on who? i’ma ride out
i’ma pull up to a n*gga hideout
mommas cryin’ when a young n*gga die now
domino effect, we gon’ knock ’em all down
30 shots when i let off the four*pound
they gon’ run when they hear them gun sounds

- ynr s lyrics

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