Rome Streetz - Ride 4 Me lyrics

Would ya ride for me? Would you stay down?
Be loyal and never lie to me?
I guess time will tell, but you fine as hell
Designer smells
Hypnotic putting guys in spells
Don diva money on her nails
Eyes on the prize slowly pullin' on a L
Could you be my ghetto Mona Lisa?
Foot on the pedal ride shotgun while I
Hold metal you hold the reefer
Twenty five acting like she Thirty Three
Body bad as fuck with no surgery
Attitude on Khalees' to say the least
She know she a piece
Trophy for every hustler movin'
In these city streets
Her pops used to rob banks in the eighties
Made a lot of guap
Got knocked and left it to his lady
She told me that material items
Will never phase me don't try to play me
Just keep it official and we'll be wavy
I said baby "you dealing
With the realest shit"
Where we could go is limitless
Tryna put the world in a gorilla grip
I struck my perfect match
Spark a flame in the hood
Everything was goin' bad until she
Asked me "What's good?"
Would ya ride for me? Would ya lie for me?
Ruger by the thigh for me
Right hand high for me

Shordie got all my attention
That don't happen easily
Got the type of energy I feel
I always need with me
She like a drug trippin
Thinkin' I don't even need the trees
Gangster like Stoney but she smart
Got three degrees
Still keep the read or write busting moves
Visa screens just wanted to get a G to
Write and I keep it G
Showed how to separate the ounces
What the work is worth
Put a little in a baggy
Put a little in her purse
Bonnie shit, bad, boujee the punani lit
Sex like a blue movie
How she do me I don't wanna dip
And she so supportive
Stayed down when everybody forfeit
She call me out on my bullshit
The trigger to my Blicker
G shit she ain't even with the mix up
Thinkin' me and her could go the distance
The only ones I trust besides
My moms and my brother
No doubt that I love her and
I never use a rubber
Sneak an Uzi on an island
In her army jacket lining
If the police ever find em'
They owe money she be grindin'
I struck my perfect match
Spark a flame in the hood
Everything was goin' bad until she
Asked me "What's good?"

Would ya ride for me? Would ya lie for me?
Ruger by the thigh for me
Right hand high for me