Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Speedy1Up
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tosin Anidu
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hmm Hmmm
I ride for mine
SG Lomo Noor
You ride you ride You ride you ride
You ride you lied We ride you die
Your disciples cry
We ride you hide
You get inside
Say you’re trapping all the time
Where ya line where ya line?
Little **** why you lying?
G’s out here dying cos
I ride for mine
Living this life of crime
You affa hold a knife or a nine
Man I ride all the time
So you gotta law low
Never ever try to floss on the main road
Cos it’s time up when a **** say so
You can get your life lost or just watch your chain go
Couple I’ve lost can’t see the pain go
Never lie that you ride that’s how the game go (Bang Bang)
New faces New faces
I use to tie your shoe laces shoe laces
Now your all grown and you think you got wings of your own
Now you wan fly **** come try
New faces New faces
I use to tie your shoe laces shoe laces
Now your all grown
Think you got wings of your own
Now you wan fly **** come try
You ride you ride You ride you ride
You ride you lied We ride you die
Your disciples cry
We ride you hide
You get inside
Say you’re trapping all the time
Where ya line where ya line?
Little **** why you lying?
G’s out here dying cos
I ride for mine
Man ah ride with some blockas that will lean out and slap corn (Bow)
Fuck all that hearsay
Done road with my ten toes
Road on my estate (M block)
Everyday I gotta get paid
Like everybody traps cos they bought a fucking Nokia (Ring)
Like **** who ya stunt for?
My bro whipping in the kitchen got the peng and it’s been raw
Got the kitties like I need more
I need a box of the smelly cos my lines doing numbers
Money everyday being brokes not an option
**** chat shit but they don’t want these problems
Man straight Blocka hashtag problems
Man get widit or man get shot (Bow)
Them boys don’t get it cos them boys not on
My bros real loose had his Backpack loaded
Any motive we roll Back Bakpak’s rolling (BP)
Llama with the Llama 32 with the 32
Gyal been on me but I need food
Puta boy on get a boy paid
Reekz soon home Team RAW all day
All week same clothes and I’m beefing
Count bands wit my bros yeah we’re eating
Don’t sleep on me don’t sleep on us
Man ah ride on you you can’t ride on us
You ride you ride You ride you ride
You ride you lied
We ride you die
Your disciples cry
We ride you hide
You get inside
Say you’re trapping all the time
Where ya line Where ya line?
Little **** why you lying?
G’s out here dying cos
I ride for mine
Written by: Tosin Anidu