J $tash - Joy Ride lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I had to hustle, go get it

You need a friend, but go get it

Only 100s and 50s, ain't sellin' drugs off of credit

I only want me a quickie, baby girl call when you ready

I stam my boots in designer, run up on you in Giuseppes

I ride around with my Glizzy, I got that shit from yo Heffe

Sometimes I'm straight off the Dizzy, that money fall like confetti

I aimed a lick at my plug, when he started actin' petty

He thought that that was a jugg, ?

Back then I used to wear Gucci, now Louie, Prada and Feddi

Knock at me in the exclusive, Balenciaga, we deadly

God, I'm so bahman jeans, copped 'er with that semi

I'm pullin' up on racks, my neck and cal got plenty

Fuck beef, I'm ready, I'm eating pussy spaghetti

Aye, y'all 15, but prolly use this machete

Put a bullet in yo head, now yo ass got you a headache

I won't stop shootin' till you dead, I hope y'all niggas is ready

(Hook)

I ride with mine, get high with mine

Conversize with my, my my muthafuckin' niggas

I ride with my (whaaa) sh* get high with my (whaa)

Conversize with my, my my muthafuckin' niggas

(Verse 2)

Stankey ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Chirp bitch ass, nigga, ye ain't gettin' no hoe

Ye ain't smokin' no dope, ye ain't sippin' no folder

Act like ye be stuntin', ye ain't gettin' nun' sure

I load up the .4, if I pull on the trigger that nigga be gone

Won't leave me alone, leave yo breads on the floor

I be all in yo hoe, give the cut, they be callin' (?)

Get out the do', get some ass fo' the low

If ye finna let go, gimme 3 for the ?

Be in the trappa house, every hour

The grin I be snappin', I swear I be callin'

Talkin' blood diamonds, Sierra Leone

That money be callin', I got me 2 phones

Bitches, they luv me, I'm ringin' the fuck

? young foreigns is dumb

(Hook)

I ride with mine, get high with mine

Conversize with my, my my muthafuckin' niggas

I ride with my (whaaa) sh* get high with my (whaa)

Conversize with my, my my muthafuckin' niggas