Bozo, King Lil G - Ride Thru The City lyrics
[Bozo, King Lil G - Ride Thru The City lyrics]
This King Lil G, tattoo’d guns in this bitch
Know I’m talkin’ bout? Bozo what up?
I want it all, the baddest bitches
Went from rags to riches
Starving we were broke as fuck
But fuck it we was with the business
Writing on the wall
Walking to the corner store
Tell me what you bang
What it is it’s hitting for
I’m a need eleven more
Your homie started tripping
Now he slipping in that bloody floor
I been trying to tell you what
Being a boss is all about
Watch the individual homie cause
They be falling out
What it’s like to be Mexican making millions
Tell me what it’s like to be
Driving ‘round with no ceilings
I wanna motivate all thеse youngsters
And all they siblings
Causе shit get real as fuck when
You witness one of these killings
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
I’m putting down this bible
As I’m picking up this rifle
How can you stay humble when
These suckas wanna touch you?
I carry on this promise
I will kill you for my dog
When I pray to god
Let him know I want it all
I took the biggest loss when you
Left me in the halls
The day my father died I
Was sitting behind bars
Now I send cars with no loan I paid ‘em off
These muthafuckas soft
Ain’t nobody taking off
You gotta pose with guns in
Them pictures you a fraud
They know that I’m strapped
I ain’t gotta show ‘em off
Baby looking at me like she
Wanna take ‘em off
Bitch I’m a don in these streets
What you thought? (What you thought?)
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
I won’t tell you how I love you
I’m a show you
I won’t tell you I’m a be there
I’m a hold you
I won’t tell you I’m a killer, I’m a show you
I’m losing up this pistol and
I’m a show you muthafucka
Know I’m talkin’ bout? Bozo what up?
I want it all, the baddest bitches
Went from rags to riches
Starving we were broke as fuck
But fuck it we was with the business
Writing on the wall
Walking to the corner store
Tell me what you bang
What it is it’s hitting for
I’m a need eleven more
Your homie started tripping
Now he slipping in that bloody floor
I been trying to tell you what
Being a boss is all about
Watch the individual homie cause
They be falling out
What it’s like to be Mexican making millions
Tell me what it’s like to be
Driving ‘round with no ceilings
I wanna motivate all thеse youngsters
And all they siblings
Causе shit get real as fuck when
You witness one of these killings
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
I’m putting down this bible
As I’m picking up this rifle
How can you stay humble when
These suckas wanna touch you?
I carry on this promise
I will kill you for my dog
When I pray to god
Let him know I want it all
I took the biggest loss when you
Left me in the halls
The day my father died I
Was sitting behind bars
Now I send cars with no loan I paid ‘em off
These muthafuckas soft
Ain’t nobody taking off
You gotta pose with guns in
Them pictures you a fraud
They know that I’m strapped
I ain’t gotta show ‘em off
Baby looking at me like she
Wanna take ‘em off
Bitch I’m a don in these streets
What you thought? (What you thought?)
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your bitches I’m taking ‘em with me
I won’t tell you how I love you
I’m a show you
I won’t tell you I’m a be there
I’m a hold you
I won’t tell you I’m a killer, I’m a show you
I’m losing up this pistol and
I’m a show you muthafucka