Wifisfuneral - Hills lyrics

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
 would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
 you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
Would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
You can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Yuh my shooter asked me what I
Want, bitch, I say, "Headshots"
And I'm skrrtin' off all in that
Ghost since I'm a dead guy
Hol' up, we gon' leave you
Lit, that's a promise, not a threat
I call BooBonz and it's go-time
And we really makin' movies
All my shooters think it's showtime
If a pussy-ass nigga want the smoke
We can rеally make it happen
Bitch, I'm Reggiе Miller from the three
I'm bustin' threes at your
Mothafuckin' cap fitted
When I hear your name 'round the block, boy
They say you ain't valid
Mixin' all the Runtz with the
Cereal milk and salad
Nigga, it's murder she wrote
Poppin' all on these drugs
I can't feel my toes
Blues and blues and blues and
Put my in comatose
I'm gettin' rich, you broke as shit
You ain't got no glows that's just how it go
I'm remixin' all the pints, I give him Karo
Case closed i don't wear no cape, so, nigga
I ain't gotta save hoes
I was fuckin' all up on his
Main bitch and he ain't know
Ayy, numb her like a Perc' with
My dick inside her damn throat
Ever since a jit
Bustin' magics out the bankroll

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
Would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
You can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
Would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
You can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Yuh lil' mama asked me what I
Want, bitch, I said, "Dead top" (Okay)
That ain't no ketchup on your shirt, man
That's a red dot (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm posted with the dope dealers
We can't do no broke business (Okay)
It's grams out the circle
That's equivalent to scope-kills (yeah yeah)
I fucked that bitch right
Out her track 'cause
She too hot to spoke with it (Mm)
Posted up with cold killers
(Yuh) , late-night on a dope mission (Yuh)
We can't leave no track marks
My past gave me a black heart
But now I'm swipin' black cards (Okay)
Out here, used to
(Okay) , but now we buyin' things (Yuh)
Pull the money out the pussy
Turn 'em to some M's, shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got three diamonds on my fist
I turned up to some sick shit
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Rebound on me 'fore she jumpin' on my dick

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
Would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
You can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here
Would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby
You can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck around 'cause I got no feelings