TRAE THA TRUTH


Ride Wit Me Lyrics

Bounce with me now, bounce
Bounce with me now, bounce
Bounce with me now, bounce

I stay fresher than a motherf**ker, cleaner than a pimp
Big 40 got me walking with a limp
With a limp, little nigga getting rich
Started of eating noodles every night steak and shrimp, lord
Little nigga take a glimpse
Pocket say cheese like a nigga taking flicks
Got to think hoe, she can even take a dick
Fly nigga blowing up, you would think I was a blimp
But a plane in the sky, getting brain from a dime
In the back of the jet only thing on my mind
Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes
And my little nigga probably growing tall, getting old
What your life like, sir
Money machines sounding like a typewriter
Probably eat the pussy but I wouldn't wife her
All the floor, vent the door, I pull out like skrr
Kitty and the engine might purr
Sipping on the lean so a nigga might slur
Promethazine make my vision go blur
And these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr
So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go
'Cause my Presi rose gold and I'm balling Pro Bowl
Romo niggas quarterbacking with my old hoe
But I ain't tripping yolo, nigga

Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that
Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic
In a new white 645 white brick
Bank roll like D with a bit like this
Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick, she get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
f**k ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucker ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that

Riding in something, better put up with something you can't claim
Crown me in the city as king, it ain't changed
Ain't no nigga hotter than me, I'm covered in flames
Renovated the chains so haters can look strange
Young nigga fly on they ass, I got Wayne
Cover the trail, shooters for haters, we got game
Still pull up in the hood, get work and dump change
Didn't pull up in your city, get hit and jump planes
Southwest rock star, Guns and Roses
Been a stiff nigga, bet your ass can't fold this
Niggas on dick, tell 'em niggas to hold this
All black coupe, you seen how I roll this
Everything ice, nigga, ain't I the coldest
Top neck bank, bitch, I'm easy to notice
Hundred grand cash, make it easy to focus
Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless
Straight up off the gutter with the rats and the roaches
Louis Vuitton belt, put it right where the roast is
Putting bad bitches on my two leg coaches
I ain't here to block, I call please, run that pussy then I probably part ways
Hustle gang bitch, count money all day

Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that
Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic
In a new white 645 white brick
Bank roll like D with a bit like this
Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick, she get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
f**k ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucker ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that

Hundred in my pocket I'm a partner staying trippin'
With a bunch of Cali niggas in the neighborhood crippin'
A nigga want to talk, send a nigga on a mission
Hit a nigga with a chopper, make a nigga come up missing
Play no game, nigga, know my real
Save me the trouble, nigga, check yourself
Extendo clip, nigga, check my belt
All we do is get money in the game, got real
Hustle game over everything, nigga, no exceptions
I'm crazy on the phone, I can hear you, no reception
Nigga try me in this song, have mercy, God bless you
I'm a motherf**king king, why'd I care about a pussy
I'm chasing all profession, I'm getting all the money
Lame ass niggas can't get shit fronted
I got a group of young niggas going hit lip for me
Ask a hater f**k a name, never did shit for me
75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck
Kill a nigga get a life sentence and respect
another one in front of that
With a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back
A nigga try to do respect, I ain't playing none of that
Shorty hit 'em with the Tech, lay the nigga on his back
Fly now, pull a 9 on a nigga

Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that
Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic
In a new white 645 white brick
Bank roll like D with a bit like this
Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick, she get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
f**k ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucker ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that



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Songwriter(s): Keith Mc Masters, Clifford Joseph Harris
Publisher(s): Empty House Music, Crown Club Publishing, Temp Squad Music, Emi April Music Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
Record Label(s): 2014 Grand Hustle Trae Tha Truth
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