JT Music, Andrea Storm Kaden - Ride or Die lyrics

Let me ask one question, where the cash at?
I'm rolling with the bad cats
In the blackhats
I'm basically a beast of burden
Baggin' fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and
Then we'll wrap fast
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it's worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I'm a lot of work for the

Lawman - why would I run and hide
I'm the best lookin crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
Cuz we roll deep, and we're ride or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by


Or the railroads where you're gonna lie
Hogtied and I got the quickest draw to
Keep you all in line
No rush for gold cuz I got my pockets lined
I'm never settling down
Cuz I'm a traveling man
That's why I know these roads like
The back of my hand
We keep chugging, gotta stay on track
We've hoarded enough scores we
Could break our backs
Better tell the undertaker to
Get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smoking
The barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver's holster
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you're cuffed and locked up
Time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die

We don't do it for the ladies
You're my ride or die
No it ain't about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we're all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it

Step into the wild west frontier
Where the tracks have been laid
With plenty of sweat, blood, tears
Anyone looking for men who behave
Ain't gonna get none here
Take a ticket for the pain train
Cuz I'm the engineer
Gonna get off of the rails
So then I can just steer
Forget redemption I think revenge
Is my next carreer
Nobody better betray the gang
You'll get hung, clear?
Why am I diggin' up graves? You'll
Take the next one dear
Put you to sleep six feet deep under me
Then any memories left of
You will become tumbleweeds
Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up
Got no time for fisticuffs
Take your hands stick em up, then your cash
Give it up
I'm a stud who's just as hung as a huge horse
Make the ladies swoon as soon as
I'm through the saloon doors
Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores?
Leave your wife home
Unless you want me to do yours
I left behind the quiet life
Why? my wild side doesn't like to hide
I'm tryna find a goldmine, that'd be dynamite
But if I can't I hold a
Ransom at the highest price
Cuz fuck nine-to-fives I'm the kind
Of guy for heists
With a whiskey-drinkin' problem
I don't mid the vice
Check the sky, when it's high noon
Time to strike
I'm a deadeye, get out of my line of sight

We all know the law has bounds
That they've drawn around
That won't stop us now
Your corruption draws us out
Now your once calm town has a bodycount

I'm an outlaw, are you proud pa?
Wanna go toe to toe in a showdown? draw
You can bet when my Winchester sounds off
Even butch Cassidy's bunch would
Up and bounce, y'all
Covered in bulletholes - is
How you'll be found
The smell of your blood is smothered
By all the gunpowder around
You'll become another chump in one of
My stories that I can tell
By the fireside at night
Children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded
Arthur Morgan john Marston's taking notes
I was long before him
I'm a rolling stone, a lone rangin' rockstar
But I'm not on my own
Otherwise I wouldn't have got far
Doesn't mean I don't keep my cards
Close to my own chest
Trust is tough to be earned
Living in the wild west
Whoever's by your side whether you're
In fight or flight in the end
Your only friend is you to ride or die
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you're cuffed and locked up
Time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die

We don't do it for the ladies
You're my ride or die
No it ain't about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we're all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it