Young Thug, Gunna - Ride for Me lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Young Thug, Gunna - Ride for Me lyrics]
Diamonds drippin' on me head to toe
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, YSL (Wheezy beats)
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
Critics gon' talk about somethin'
These streets, they gon' talk about somethin'
So let's be the somethin' they talkin' 'bout
Put you in red bottoms, watch you walk it out
Walk it out, walk, walk, walk it out
And if you play, I let 'em chalk you out
Take you under my wing
You'll fuck around and gon' ball like Rose
And I donate you my funds, Red Cross
Ring around the rosy, I'm a dead dog
I was hustlin' slowly duckin' red dawgs
I'ma put a Patek on a red broad
Skin her down, hop in the car, sped off
Scared now, scared now
I got filled up with red now, red now
And your DM's say you read now, slid in there
Finger that ho with rings on like a sled now
Let me retarded dome, you sped now
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
I gotta get these pesos
I stack them racks so high it look like Legos
I got a plug, he got 'em for the low-low
From San Diego i grew up in the streets
Where they got no heart
Them boys don't care down here
We got our own war
I'm sleepin' with that chopper, glad I own
Lookin' at you haters through
These Chrome Hearts
I told my nigga, "Spin that shit again"
We gon' go in Magic, go and throw a ten again
Pulled to Don Jackson
Go and cop another Benz
Another pretty foreign bitch
Gettin' blowed behind the tint
I can read through it all
I can see your flaws
You just want me spend it all
When I'm in the mall
When I fuck and break you off
You want me to break you off
I can see you runnin' off
If I was fallin' off
You wasn't ridin' for me
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, YSL (Wheezy beats)
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
Critics gon' talk about somethin'
These streets, they gon' talk about somethin'
So let's be the somethin' they talkin' 'bout
Put you in red bottoms, watch you walk it out
Walk it out, walk, walk, walk it out
And if you play, I let 'em chalk you out
Take you under my wing
You'll fuck around and gon' ball like Rose
And I donate you my funds, Red Cross
Ring around the rosy, I'm a dead dog
I was hustlin' slowly duckin' red dawgs
I'ma put a Patek on a red broad
Skin her down, hop in the car, sped off
Scared now, scared now
I got filled up with red now, red now
And your DM's say you read now, slid in there
Finger that ho with rings on like a sled now
Let me retarded dome, you sped now
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
I gotta get these pesos
I stack them racks so high it look like Legos
I got a plug, he got 'em for the low-low
From San Diego i grew up in the streets
Where they got no heart
Them boys don't care down here
We got our own war
I'm sleepin' with that chopper, glad I own
Lookin' at you haters through
These Chrome Hearts
I told my nigga, "Spin that shit again"
We gon' go in Magic, go and throw a ten again
Pulled to Don Jackson
Go and cop another Benz
Another pretty foreign bitch
Gettin' blowed behind the tint
I can read through it all
I can see your flaws
You just want me spend it all
When I'm in the mall
When I fuck and break you off
You want me to break you off
I can see you runnin' off
If I was fallin' off
You wasn't ridin' for me
You don't need to ride for me
You don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me
Never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me
You never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin'
On the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen
You know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah