Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Jamal Jackson
Jason Jamal Jackson
Songwriter
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Juju
Juju
Producer
Ryda
Ryda
Producer
Xclusive
Xclusive
Producer

Lyrics

I just need somethin' I can ride to Give that girl a piece and now she high too Said I won't pull up, a nigga slide through (Ryda, what you cookin' up?) Now she askin' (where) where you been and how you movin' (movin') Don't wanna do it, she'll probably move in (move in) She like, "You play me, I'm takin' your funds" (funds) How you gon' rob me with no gun? (With) I'm probably flirtin' with a bad bitch, another bad bitch 'cause they baddies (baddies) Had it, lookin' past it, now they maddies (they maddies) Chin up, make her cheer up, pourin' shots Spin the block Come on over, you can slide too I just need somethin' I can ride to Give that girl a piece and now she high too Said I won't pull up, a nigga slide through Now she askin' where the hos at Hangin' out the window, where your clothes at? Bro, he tappin' on me, where the pole at? I don't even know where else to go at Ride with you You know I'm known for makin' songs (oh), my people slide too Big ol' gangsta, even back when I was 5'2 (yeah) Made it straight up out the trenches totin' rifles (oh) Now in my neighborhood, all you see is white dudes (oh, oh, oh) I done got my money up (yeah) Neighbor got the Porsches (oh), I got the Aston, they still runner-ups (yeah) Haters get upset 'cause all the baddest bitches come with us Honey pack and Percocets, I'm mad 'cause I ain't cum enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tell me if you like that (like it) She ran up, I beat it up but brought it right back (right back) Got that booty like a steerin' wheel, she ride that (that) 'Cause I'm Grape Street Call me greedy but she only wanna taste me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) They was playin' with my name, I was playin' with a bank Keep the glizzy right next to me like it's fucker flee and janky (oh-yeah) Come on over, you can slide too I just need somethin' I can ride to Give that girl a piece and now she high too Said I won't pull up, a nigga slide through Now she askin' where the hos at Hangin' out the window, where your clothes at? Bro, he tappin' on me, where the pole at? I don't even know where else to go at Ride with you Whoa, ay, yeah, ay, ride with you Whoa, ay, yeah, ay Come on over, you can slide too I just need somethin' I can ride to Give that girl a piece and now she high too Said I won't pull up, a nigga slide through Now she askin' where the hos at Hangin' out the window, where your clothes at? Bro, he tappin' on me, where the pole at? I don't even know where else to go at Ride with you Mm, whoo, whoo, ride with you, oh Ride with you, oh, ride with you (wait, do it again, uh) Ooh, ooh, ride with you, oh Ride with you, oh, ride with you I'm like, "You can slide" (ooh, ooh) I just need somethin' that I can ride to (ride with you) You talk some more shit on it, bae (ride with you) You want a piece of this, bitch, be cryin' (ride with you) You know? Ha, pull up and you, and you ain't, and you ain't even got that thing (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) You know these fuckin' dawgs, and they ain't care for shit, nigga (ooh, ride with you) Bae, what's up? What's goin' on? (Ride with you)
Writer(s): Julian Antoury, Traevon Walker, Jesse Mendez, Raquan Hudson, Jason Jamal Jackson, Ryda Laston Gaeta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out