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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Watts
Songwriter
Hydrosoniq Publishing
Songwriter
Andrew Papaleo
Songwriter
Superville Publishing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pops
Producer
mikhail
Producer
Superville
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin', I be trippin' on murder
Yeah, what you trippin' on?
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin', I be trippin' on murder
Yeah, what you trippin' on?
[PreChorus]
Thug life never die, ****
Thug life never die, ****
So bury me a motherfuckin' G, and put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, ****
Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a ****
Tell them pussy **** look me in my eye, ****
'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news
Channel 7, channel 5, ****
[Chorus]
Y'all know, yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with 5-0
Main bitch and side ho, a combo
Took 'em to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Did it on the top floor with a light blonde ho, yeah, yeah
I hit it and forget it, bloody murder, OJ in the white Bronco, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****, yeah
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my, grind for my ****, yeah
[Verse 1]
Straight raw, no flexin', yeah
Why you diggin' in your pockets, ****, lint fishin'
Get sex and the X, yeah
Hunnid pound Bobby Brown, got the new edition
Rap game then the dope game
Man, I got enemies like I've been robbin' **** for their cocaine
Face down on the floor, mane
If we got beef up in the street
Then I'ma bring it to your door, mane
[PreChorus]
Thug life never die, ****
So what, you pussies down to ride, ****?
So bury me a motherfuckin' G, and put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, ****
And when you send them shooters at a ****
Tell them pussy **** look me in my eye, ****
'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news
Channel 7, channel 5, ****
[Chorus]
Y'all know, yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with 5-0
Chop a quarter-key blow of Rondo
Took her to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Throwin' fins in the six, shout out Toronto, yeah
I hit it and forget it, bloody murder, OJ in the white Bronco, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my ****, yeah
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my, grind for my ****, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Yeah, this how you **** supposed to ride
Written by: Andrew Papaleo, Hydrosoniq Publishing, Superville Publishing, Willie Watts