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Playboi Carti - Ridin Version 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
(What? What?)
(Yeah, ride, ride)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide (Yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (What? What?)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah, what?)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?

[Verse 1]
Tatted all over my motherfuckin' body, yeah (Yeah)
I know the devil watchin' me, he right beside me, yeah (Yeah)
Too many drugs, too many drugs, I move likе Sonic, uh
Move like a sonic, I got some killеrs right behind me, uh
They go shootin', they go shootin', no mercy
Yeah, yeah, closed case, closed case
Let them niggas out, I got dogs, they gon' hit you up
We got dogs with the new cut
Call 'em out, you can get stuck (Oh, yeah)
Uh, yeah, I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah
50K on the bitch
Yeah, let's go
[Chorus]
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Took my shirt off)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down (Let's go), yeah
(What, jump out, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me?
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?

[Verse 2]
Niggas talking 'bout pressure
50K on my dresser
Give that shit to a young boy, do this shit on the regular
Nigga give a fuck 'bout nun'
Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough
Got a whole lotta guns, yeah
Steal you out your funds
Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun
Whole lotta motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, uh
Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay
All this money on me, you know I gotta place my bets, okay
All this money I'm countin', I got a paper cut, yeah
Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah
I'm so up-up-up, bitch, I think I'm really stuck, yeah
You can't fuck with us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah
In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here, bitch, let's go
Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Ready the bitch, we ready to hit
Yeah, we ready for shit
Niggas ain't really wi—, yeah
We ready for shit
Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah
[Bridge]
Ride
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?