Viper - Ride Or Die lyrics

G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

We got two choices, to ride or die
So we gone ride through this thing
And we gon' ride so fly
G'd up, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
And I can't wait till my boys get out
I see my partners throwin' love back
As we flippin' it up
'cause it's just like that
I don't understand how them boys
Is keepin it so real
But we kickin' it together
And everything is chill
As the world goes round
And keeps on spinnin'
We stayin' on a mission
Bout to be big winnin'
Stickin' with the game of true Rap Psalms
And straight getting paid as we goin' on
It ain't gone stop tho
Until the love get dropped
We ain't gone stop tho
Until the body gets shot and if it don't
We just gonna keep on hittin'
Keep mic trippin', and keep on rippin'

G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

You might see a baller ridin' on them fo's
Ridin' on low, ridin' on the roads
Can you hear the bass thumpin' out
The back of your car?
Bumpin' so hard, as we travelin' far
We tired of bein' broke so we
Ran up on this rap game
To blow up, and this vibe'll change
Them boys throwin' up the deuce
Showin' much love, as a baller fall through
Yes I'm gone be ridin'
Through the flavor hood
Where the love is good
Bustin' rhymes that I should
And it ain't gone ever stop
Till the casket drop
So move your head and let your body rock
And holler at your boy
When it's time to come up like a Chips Ahoy
'Cause you know I'm gon' be
Throwin' it back to you
A ghetto child, super star, young fool

G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

I'm ridin' in the middle of a caravan
With the paper and the pen in my hand
I gotta' write some lyrics
That ballers will hear
That players will feel, and ladies will chill
My homie behind me is rollin' on 3s
Yes it's the truth, yes my boy be a G
I remember back in the day we used to parlay
And stay in this game, that's so player made
But now we done flipped the script
A little bit
Straight getting paid with major hit's
And that's what it's all about
You know I gotta' clown
Throw up a hand, then put it back down

G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company