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Altosgp - Ride Wit It Lyrics

[Intro: Flex Malik]
So you gon ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, (ride) boy you gon die wit it, die wit, die wit it
So you gon ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, so you gon die wit it, die wit, die wit it (die)

[Verse 1: Flex Malik]
Shells they gon' fly through the sky, just like Mario
I need my pockets big, fat, just like Wario
Fucked her, I’m working, and I give her cardio
Lightskin lil shawty, she look like Rosario
She a lil freak, but she act like she innocent
It give me Power, I feel like I'm 50 Cent
I ain't got time or patience for the silly shit, niggas don’t care less they gain a benefit
Terror squad nigga don't wanna get terrorized, dat boy gon' run, dat gun make em' exercise
Fucked her so good had that lil bitch look mesmerized, GUE$$, I'm so clean they say that I look sanitized
Me and the money I swear that we hand in hand, play ya cards right until you get a better hand
All-star man I feel like a Letterman, [?] a teacher man, let's teach em' the etiquette

[Hook: Flex Malik]
Ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, (ride) boy you gon die wit it, die wit, die wit it
So you gon' ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, ride wit it, so you gon’ die wit it, die wit, die wit it (die)

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
Hop out the foreign, all black, like the panther
Smoke with the gang, fuck around and get cancer
Askin’ them questions, but don't want the answers
Diamonds big goofin’, they movin' like dancer
Turn ya trap house to a lick house
Dump em' in a forest, my niggas they sticked out
Double down, duce duce, we got the big rounds
Big pound, boost boost, we in a big house
Are you gon' ride about dis? (huh) Are you gon’ die bout dis? (ooh bitch)
I'm in the trap with the dishes, water on me [?] fly with the fishes (fly with the fishes)
Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen (fuck out the kitchen)
I keep on countin', got a money addiction (money addiction)
My life true story, you rappers they fiction
See you on Tony, I handle my business (handle my business)
[Verse 2: Larry Loudpack]
Ay, yuh, Glock .34 with the shots and he got game (Yuh)
Everybody walk around hot, man, it's a new craze
My gang gang crazy turns out we all deranged
Playin [?], but boy we not on the same page
Got these bitches X'd out, like they was at the rave (X'd out, x'd out)
Where you found that? Pullin' up where you stay
When I get off the job, I lock the top lock
I just hit for 3, no time on the clock

[Verse 3: 95Reddo]
Playin from deep, swish (boom)
Game winner, shake all my problems put em' in a blender
Ain't nobody perfect, everybody sinning
Do you down bad while grinning, gotta eat from the beginning
Everybody takin an L, but you cannot keep slippin'
Is you with the life you claim that you livin', look in the mirror you trippin'
If he gon' slide then I bet he gon' slide, if he gon' fye, then I bet he gon' fye
Get ready to shh, and watch FOX 5, if nobody die nigga open yo eyes
Then what's the point of shooting otherwise?