Ride With Shordie, Pt. 2

Bro like, "Is we gon' swing tonight?", I brought out that thing tonight

That bitch go tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu, you won't get seen tonight or heard

Run that back Turbo

I look back like, "Word?"

Bet that we gon' swerve

After we sell this bird

I'm wearin' my Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap

That boy talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat

A pistol and a quarter, they got felonies in the back

Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40

Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?

Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell lil' mama, "I'm sorry"

Finishin' what we started, they forget but we caught 'em

I'm cut like that

I should be ridin' with savage, come with the baggage, fuck it, I'm already crackin'

We really makin' it happen, come with the front end and the back end too

Jump out let the mac hit you

Get in, slide with me

Feel you don't side with me

That shit don't fly with me

I'm really makin' a sequel, servin' them people, don't really fuck with no people

You really fuck with them people, don't play with people you really thinkin' we equal

Give it out, she with all the pressure, why you with all the extras?

How you don't feel with me, this makes it a longer lesson

Feel me now, why don't we don't take a ride? How could you take a side?

Tell me what it is and what it ain't, how could you stay alive?

Most of my **** got a girlfriend, I wish I was the same

So if they come and take it all away, I'ma be in these

Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap

That boy talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat

A pistol and a quarter, they got felonies in the back

Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40

Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?

Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell lil' mama, "I'm sorry"

Finishin' what we started, they forget but we caught 'em

I'm cut like that

I'm wearin' my Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap

That boy talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat

A pistol and a quarter, they got felonies in the back

Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40

Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?

Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell lil' mama, "I'm sorry"

Finishin' what we started, they forget but we caught 'em

I'm cut like that