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AR-AB

"Ride"

[Verse 1: Dark Lo]
Ay I got you fo'
I had the streets in the [?]
I had the feens with the stiff jar
OBH, [?] they ain't pick y'all
My brother like to run around, letting clips off
n*ggas playing round with the damn [?]
Dark Lo, K Lizzy
Shout out Manchester
Head shot, it'll send him to his ancestors
Then I hopped out [?] the van Lexus
Granny still playing Mega Millions
There still a thousand kids in the project buildings
I was riding round the corner, so you know I fill 'em
Clips loaded, 30 hollows, I would hate to spill 'em
Yesterday I slipped out the [?]
13 selling Coke, no [?]
That was way back, in my [?] park days
Then I moved to [?] we had to park ways
If I'm broke, I'm running in the bank probably
With a [?], couldn't wait to use my new shotty
Chop a brick, one hand like I knew Karate
A-K [?] f*ck that new Bugatti

[Hook: Ar-Ab]
Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
n*ggas made a million dollars of on one stove

Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
Pulled the Range Rov' off of one bowl
f*ck the Internet, let your gun blow
My whole A closet is a gun show

[Verse 2: K Lizzy]
I'm doing better that's progress
Cried when my brother died, hurt my chest
Shoot you in your head till your mindless
My n*gga whippin' Coke in the Pyrex
I really move bricks, what you're rapping 'bout
I used to slang drugs right outside my mothers house
K Lizzy, Blade Brown, Dark Lo
We got money
9 bands for a 9 of snow
f*ck n*ggas
Some n*ggas got to go
10 bands on your head, that will get a n*gga go
Get you Adiós
I'm about my cheese
I'm a boss, I make n*ggas eat
I'm a f*cking G
All this P's make your girl get on her knees
3 days already made 3 G's
Like snakes, I will squeeze for my piece
Make the chrome spinner blow, like the Referee

[Hook: Ar-Ab]
Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
n*ggas made a million dollars of on one stove

Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
Pulled the Range Rov' off of one bowl
f*ck the Internet, let your gun blow
My whole A closet is a gun show

[Verse 4: Blade Brown]
Phone ringing so much, I was getting migraines
But f*ck that, trap or die that's the mind frame
The 10 ton will make the 9 change
Had nittys on the block tryna find vain's
Got the plug up on my phone playing mind games
Have some trials and tribulations when your buying caine
Price up and down, man the times change
Some n*ggas don't get it, think that I'm strange
And yeah I'm really from the block life
One wrong look will get you popped twice
Shout my n*gga Pole man, he got life
And we cop property we don't cop ice
Last year I was buying top price
Then I found a new plug and it dropped nice
Something cooking in the kitchen and it's not rice
Cutting down a old square with a lock knife

[Hook: Ar-Ab]
Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
n*ggas made a million dollars of on one stove

Real n*ggas ride, and we don't fold
Pulled the Range Rov' off of one bowl
f*ck the Internet, let your gun blow
My whole A closet is a gun show

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