RideOrDie 223s - Off The Wall (feat. BabyTron) lyrics

Hyperventilation

Bitch throw that ass back til
Yo booty break in
She don't throw the pussy at
Me she Do The Matrix
Bussdown Thotiana these blue faces
YEAH AIGHT we at The Doubletree tonight
One bed she only like girls
But she'll be alright
Bitch Ride or Die here you don't need a dyke
Bitch Ride or Die here you don't need a bike

Run down on his Ass i don't need a sight
I shot a nigga in his face
Then he seen his life
Gotdamn how to crucify the
Nigga he Jesus Christ
Bitch it’s 20 21 i ain't trying to fight naw

No i'm no Dickhead l just got a
Text from your bitch hey big head
Pulled up in that daytona
And that bitch red with blue lights
On the bottom bitch i flickfeds

Woah then i'm back in it
Fish bowl in the front but the back tinted
I ate her in the backseat i was
Ass kissing but i ain't slipping
Gotta pay attention to strap hidden aye
Woah this a 45 black
Lives matter and you ain't taking no lives
Better pay attention to that with both
Eyes she told you i was
Broke but that hoe lied

BOOTY SHAKING ON THE WALL 16x

Quick 100 off the fraud
Bitch called me broke her stupid Ass
Must be off the dog
Backpack boys and turtle pie i'm
Cooked off a log red in my cup doggy cheap i
Heard he off the frog
Your favorite rapper favorite rapper check
His caption for my lyrics
Paul walker in the foreign coupe
Might crash it how im
Steering Punch God the jack man
Shit it's packages appearing
Road runner scam man if he
Activate i ain't near him
Margiela's with the paint splattered
Like i work construction
You was always sitting on the bench
Cause you ain't worth a bucket

Playing in the streets with no
Stripes you ain't earned you nothing
Three man was green cause the little
Bitches is hurt we thrusting
Three five of apricot gelato
I look half asian
You was worried about the hoes
I was somewhere bag chasing
You were still flashing dubs i
Was tryna stash franklins
You riding in a 2010 im
Out in cali lamb racing
Im out in cali zip facing
2 pendants bussed the duck down
Boy ain’t shit basic
Unckie in the kitchen with some
He need a big apron
Rollie with the big ice chunks
Like my wrist aching