[Hook]
All black when we ride, n***as cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', bitch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n***as cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', bitch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n***as cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', bitch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Smoked a thousand blunts
Got a n***a feelin' too straight
With a bad bitch, and I'm givin' her that bukkake
N***a, fuck you mean? I get a new bitch every Tuesday
Boy, you n***as trippin', better tie up that shoelace
Chris fuckin' Travis, boy, you ain't gotta like me
I'm steezin' on yo main bitch, or better yet, yo wifey
No doubt that I'ma take her, muthafucka, more than likely
I slip back to my town and told that pretty bitch to Skype me
I ride around my town, my n***a, blowin' on that chronic
I hit the nearest Mickey D's for my fuckin' munchies
I'm laughin' at you n***as, 'cause y'all so fuckin' funny
Bitch, it's a dark day, even when it's fuckin' sunny
Shoutout to the Houston queen, Amber fuckin London
I'm slidin', rollin' solo and that Pimp C, bitch, I'm bumpin'
I'm lightin' kush blunts, 'cause a n***a feelin' grumpy
While you textin' yo bitch, my n***a, I hope you know she fuckin'
[Hook]
All black when we ride, n***as cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', bitch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n***as cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', bitch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 2: Amber London]
You ain't fuckin' with the realest, trillest bitches on the rise
Grippin' the wheel, and poppin' the pill
We got to kill with no disguise
N***as think it's all gravy, where they stake to the fuckin' snake
You can't escape, we keepin' it real, my n***a, it ain't nothin' fake
I ain't dyin', I ain't cryin', no lyin', I'ma ride, bitch
You side bitch, the only time you on top is when you ride dick
You tryin' this, lil n***a, shoe size, size 6
Smokin' on exotic, that narcotic make my eyes stick
Don't act like you get it when you don't
'Cause yo wig, they will split it, and then sit it on the trunk
See them n***as ain't no punks
See them n***as ain't no lames
Switchin' lanes but ain't no snitchin'
Bitch, we come from different things
See them hoes don't know no pain
I ain't never felt regret
So, I'm strappin', mackin' the Chrome
And I'm aimed at yo neck
Naw, Amber ain't no killer, G
But I can do you lyrically
Come fuck with me
I'll gladly take you bitches where the spirits be
You hearin' me?