Kid Ink - Ride Out lyrics
rate mefeat Tyga, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan
(Verse)
Came in at fir’ had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had none
We done sold now everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll down now everybody smashing
Keep ready cuz you know we’ bout to be a problem
Hope you ready cuz you know it bout to be a problem
(Hook)
Man 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
Takeover the street, that's how we roll
And we gon’ ride on forever
We ride out together
(Verse)
Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
Fuck just like a matador, fresh out the catalogue
One fall and we all fall, crew like dominos
But chase by ‘em all, all my dogs ride and smoke
My peddy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
We are not alone, broad better check your tone
You gon’ need a lot of help, I ain't talking bank loans
Sit with us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, sum bad motherfuckers
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should be lookin’ up to me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' cuz we mix now and forever to death
Be loyal, real and respect
Stay ahead of the rest
We just sit back, relax, doin' thangs to impress
(Hook)
(Verse)
Ridin' on ton of waves
And no way these niggas stopping me, ooh no
Flying from a mile away
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me
And I can do this with my eyes closed
Blind fold 2 times over
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
I ain't tripping so try and get it, so nice over
Talkin' melatonin and get it and fight coma
What's the feet of a giant?
Niggas feeding the fire
History, it could be at least nigga could fly
You don't believe it? Then try it
We don't believe in just trying
I call it peoples and leave 'em a hundred pieces divided
That's cold blood
And I've been dope for like four summers
And I ain't really goin’ for what he say or she say
Keep it G for peace sake
I know this shit that bones, you pick my bone, you need to be late
(Hook)
(Verse)
Is you ride? There’s all the burglarizing and the violence?
If Jimmy got caught up but you right there with him
So the police asking you questions, is you gone 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, Sam Tro
There's no cure so yo zip and there’s no show
You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
Like it's crease up in your Dickey Browns
Hold up! Each one teach one
Motivate each one to be something
Cuz I ain't just another statistic
I do mistreat none if you wanna be specific
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
For me and my dead one hitters
Ride out
