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"Ridin Out"

[Intro]
Yeah, it’s another late one
Or early one, should I say
Keep the KK roll
T-T-O-D
Gangstas don’t sleep
Yeah, man I don’t care let me talk my sh*t one time
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m from the west side real n*ggas stolen them set side
b*tches like these Benzes need to call when I can test drive
RIP to Left Eye, no TLC
Ya’ll just really let them text fly
Who got the scare from Best Buy
Always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherf*cker
Real thirsty when I’m thirsty
Tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like Jackie Chang, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
Lot a rebels talk the talk but they be hella faking
And you’ll never see around once they ever vacant
I was raised by the cheese if you serious face it
Cause when it’s on hood it’s scary movie, Freddy-Jason
Here now and they won’t take my seat
Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat
I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s
Now my b*tch open my phone cause of face ID

[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta
You can catch me ridin out

[Verse 2]
Aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys
Sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage
Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J’s
Killer California ain’t no place to vacate
n*ggas break safe to save face make your fate way
Haters tugging on my di*k like a shake way
If it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s KK, AK’s and AKA’s aye
I’m a make it one day
I done worked all week till it’s Friday
And woke up to a Sunday
Yeah I been smoking at the pound since the chronic
n*gga now it’s KK and these hunnids got you n*ggas acting violent
You don’t want this gun play cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out

[Verse 3]
Breaking b*tches for the bred told em meet me in bed
Don’t kick her out I want breakfast instead
Don’t trust these n*ggas they might be the Feds
I’m always beast up to head
It’s in my skin Taylor Gang till I’m dead
I ain’t stressed cause all I want’s the pay
Make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today
Man these n*ggas think they better but they not
If I drop a song today that better gon be hot
It’s with me on the plane
Catch me cruising up the West Side, Pittsburgh
n*gga got it tatted on my chest
The money still green the b*tches still calling
My music still rock my n*ggas still balling
Make another 5 mil just off touring
You n*ggas all sound the same the game getting boring
Keep the KK stashed and paned in the glass
You can hear me when I pass

[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out

[Verse 4]
Me and you
Smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the stove
For some papers cause they already roll
Me and you
Smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the stove
For some papers cause they already roll

[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out

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