Ca$his, Problem - I'ma Ride lyrics

Yeah it's King Ca$his
Yeah my homeboy problem, what up, G?
Hella fly, never die
Got these niggas mad at me
Bet I’m high, open wide
This is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man
That’s how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly
(Bullets fly, bullets fly)

Burn out
Turn out the track in the dope house
It's sittin' in my rearview, clear view
I steered through
'Cause niggas over here, way
Realer than they appear, too
Hit some little kids
This is enough to kill you
'Cause, I know the value of
A hundred dollar bill, dude
Put it on your head forever, 'til it mildew
Body shots to the body, rah, it'll still do
That bitch jam, pop it, I'll let it rot
It’ll still shoot
Nigga say he gon’ kill you? Tell
Me what you will do i'ma pop in broad day
While channel five film, cool
Certified real dude, paint a picture
Let it ride forty-five, grip ’em right
I ain't fuckin' with ya
It's a new day, gimme your bitch
I’m the new Uday
Live life like ain't no nigga gonna shoot me
Fear none 'til it's doomsday, I
Get my uzi fully, who rang?
Tough talkin' 'til I show 'em you a pussy
It's the bootleg

Hella fly, never die
Got these niggas mad at me
Bet I'm high, open wide
This is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man
That's how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly
Just another casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
I'ma ride 'til I die, man
That's how it gotta be

Turn up, turn up, turn up
Four zips in the whip get burnt up
Four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique
Click boom, you gon' get murdered, swaggin'
Fully auto action for everybody that's askin'
The MAC rippin' you flacid
Now that shit was classic
Now turn up, turn up, turn up
Four bricks in the whip I'm servin'
Your bitch in the whip, not to blow my dick
But to hold my bricks while I get my chips
I'm on six hundred
Four-fifty on the kit, let 'em load my wrist
And the opp-ers get murdered
Yeah, the opp-ers get murdered
Os on my clothes, got a stack of 5-0s
Through lines on my squirr, get served
Now go and get courage
I'll pop two Percs and it's curtains
I hope you have insurance
Don't want your mama to get no burden
Since you was sellin' birds, bitch
I hope that it was workin'
And one thing that's for certain
Ain't no perpin' when workin'
And I just got me ten squirrs
I guess suppliers and workers
I stunt on niggas who hatin'
So pull your skirt up and skirt 'em
And I'm one of the realest
Niggas you not gonna murder

Hella fly, never die
Got these niggas mad at me
Bet I'm high, open wide
This is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man
That's how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly
Just another casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
I'ma ride 'til I die, man
That's how it gotta be