Who Gone Ride (feat. Sneak3) Video (MV)

I spent that hot shit on a missile, it's like third degree I run that money out by my lonely, I ain't got a job
I see my niggas, no shit's open, it hurt my pride I keep this purpose like my phone and never leave my side
Ride this my niggas, all these bitches, I wonder who gon' ride
I know some niggas who ain't talk fly, but I know they gon' slide

Keep it on me, it keep poppin, gon' make me breathe on it
Ayy, you get caught up in that jam, you better squeeze your homie
Ayy, I got too many problems, music made me common
Ayy, you keep talkin' bout dead niggas, I might as well put you under

And it ain't raining, but I got bitch, hit this shit hit like thunder
You gon' get him or you not, I bounce out round the corner
I get up on the real coast, I ain't gotta send no message
I get mad, I come off this nigga shit real aggressive

And I'm in the streets, I can't help it, mama say she gon' pray for me
And if I put down this ride, it's gon' be the death of me
I need to pay it, but ain't nothin' that's pushin' east
And they keep playin' with this 80's shit, I'll leave them deceased

Who gettin' money around the scene, they gon' say it's me
I spent that hot shit on a missile, it's like third degree
I run that money out by my lonely, I ain't got a job
Y'all see my niggas, nothing's open, and I heard my pride

I keep this pole just like my phone and never leave my side
Ride this my nigga, drive this bitch, I wonder who gon' ride
I know some niggas who ain't towin' fly, but I know they gon' slide
Countin' money back as I can do it with my eyes closed

Touch the pole, my only goal is that I make it home
I had to cut the home, y'all can't believe that he told
Don't ever play you like your bitch, you supposed to stand strong
I heard they postin' on that porch, I'm finna flip it with Osama

Only time I ain't press play you with them kids or your mama
I break sneakers cause I heard that, he with all the drama
Catch you loafin' in that load, I'ma flip it with a trauma
Free my brother out that cell, I can't wait until you home

County cars out the county cars, I'm steady pickin' up my phone
Pray to God every night, but I'm still doin' wrong
Out on bond, full pistol, can't leave the house without my pole
Burn again, you know we spit it behind the brunette, now we stealin

Never go against the grid, we put your goofy ass to bed
Did it all by myself, so I don't need nobody else
Did it all by myself, so I don't need nobody else
Who gettin' money around the scene, they gon' say it's me

I spit that hot shit on a missile, it's like third degree
I run that money out by my lonely, I ain't got a job
Y'all see my niggas nuttin' dope and they hurtin' my pride
Y'all keep this pole just like my phone and never leave my side

Rather it's my niggas or these bitches, I wonder who gon' ride
I know some niggas who ain't told fly, but I know they gon' fly
I know some niggas who ain't told fly, but I know they gon' fly