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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amber London
Amber London
Vocals
Chris Travis
Chris Travis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Travis
Chris Travis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FrostTheWaveGod
FrostTheWaveGod
Producer

Lyrics

All black when we ride
**** cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo' mind
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
Is you riding or is you dying?
Quit with all that faking, bitch
Is you trying or is you lying?
All black when we ride
**** cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo' mind
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
Is you riding or is you dying?
Quit with all that faking, bitch
Is you trying or is you lying?
All black when we ride
**** cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo' mind
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
Is you riding or is you dying?
Quit with all that faking, bitch
Is you trying or is you lying?
Smoked a thousand blunts
Got a **** feeling too straight
With a bad bitch and I'm giving her that bukkake
****, fuck you mean? I get a new bitch every Tuesday
Boy, you **** trippin', better tie up that shoelace
Chris-fucking-Travis, boy, you ain't gotta like me
I'm steezin' on yo' main bitch or better yet yo' wifey
No doubt that I'ma take her, motherfucker, more than likely
I slip back to my town and told that pretty bitch to Skype me
I ride around my town, my **** blowin' on that Chronic
I hit the nearest Mickey D's for my fuckin' Munchies
I'm laughing at you **** 'cause y'all so fuckin' funny
Bitch, it's a dark day even when it's fuckin' sunny
Shoutout to the Houston queen Amber-fuckin'-London
I'm sliding, rolling solo and that Pimp C, bitch, I'm bumpin'
I'm lighting kush blunts 'cause a **** feeling grumpy
While you texting yo' bitch, my ****, I hope you know she fucking
All black when we ride
**** cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo' mind
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
Is you riding or is you dying?
Quit with all that faking, bitch
Is you trying or is you lying?
All black when we ride
**** cannot fuckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo' mind
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
Is you riding or is you dying?
Quit with all that faking, bitch
Is you trying or is you lying?
You ain't fuckin' with the realest, trillest, bitches on the rise
Grippin' the wheel and poppin' the pill
We got to kill with no disguise
**** think it's all gravy, where they stake to the fuckin' snake
You can't escape, we keepin' it real my **** it ain't nothing fake
I ain't dying, I ain't crying, no lying, I'ma ride, bitch
You side bitch, the only time you on top is when you ride dick
You tried this, lil' **** shoe size, size six
Smokin' on exotic, that narcotic make my eyes sit
Don't act like you get it when you don't
'Cause yo' wig, they will split and then sit it on the trunk
See them **** ain't no punks
See them **** ain't no lames
Switchin' lanes but ain't no snitching
Bitch, we come from different things
See, them hoes don't know no pain
And I ain't never felt regret
So, I'm strappin', mackin' the Chrome, and I'm aimed at yo' neck
Naw, Amber ain't no killer, G
But I can do you lyrically
Come fuck with me
I'll gladly take you bitches where the spirits be
You hearing me?
Written by: Chris Travis
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