We Gonna Ride - K Koke, French, Frost Man

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride.

Certified, burner lights pipe down

Certified, turn a man’s lights out

Burner lights make dickheads lie down

Ay, pump pump pump pump

Look into my eyes, look I’ve seen it all

Look, I’ve seen them niggas rise and I’ve seen 'em fall

Shots flew before my very eyes I thought I see the lord

All I see was something rise and I see 'em fall (Clap Clap)

Nothing nice, 'cause it’s nothing cool

But laying hopeless in your bed, hoping you make it through

Look I do this for my dawgs who never made it through

Got up in scrubs, doing time for tryna make it through

Look, I’m back up at the track, I’m tryna weigh this food

I’m staring at the door and hoping jakes don’t come and weigh it through

Put a case the other day, but wanna make it two

Been grinding for like almost half my life I hope I make it soon

Dope boy French, look whos rolling with the A

Stroll into the rave looking oh-so fresh

I miss my road dawg Ems, look its rage

So tell him to behave and get his.

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride.

Certified, burner lights pipe down

Certified, turn a man’s lights out

Burner lights make dickheads lie down

Ay, pump pump pump pump

Yo, he got caught high rolling with a spliff

When he should’ve been rolling with a fifth

Then he tried to act like he was really rolling with a stick

And put his hands down his balls, all his holding’s his dick

I’m a road killer, I don’t go bar for bar

Leading on the, make my young buck half the star

You try and run to your whip, but you’re looking for your keys

Hold fire up in your face tryna start the car

It’s all popping off now — the Koke wave

I’m tryna grind, run away from them broke days

And if this rap ting don’t work

Then its back to the block where I blow Tres

Cos it’s peak, when I get my kill on

I roll on your block, pushing a pram and a wig on

Before they clock that it’s me

Bang, a boy scout hoping that.

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride.

Certified, burner lights pipe down

Certified, turn a man’s lights out

Burner lights make dickheads lie down

Ay, pump pump pump pump

I’m out here, I’m out here — it is what it’s gonna be

Grown now, looking at a business and property

Now I can tell Mummy, stop wishing on the lottery

But I need this gun 'cause these dickheads think they’re stopping me

She’ll be like cool, move properly

'Cause Mummy knows how it is for kids when we got in beef

It is what it is, it just is what its gotta be

Living in the 'Bridge has had me fifteen popping heat

I know these dickheads wish they can stop me breathing

Fucking with the aim, spray when we fucking see them

Fucking with K’s sticky like busting semen

Ride through the day, all the fucking evening

And if I catch a case ain’t no fucking squealing

My dawgies stuck in jail, I hope they fucking free them

Feds are on my tail 'cause they heard I’m squeezing

Three attempted murder cases, I fucking beat them

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh

We gonna ride.

Certified, burner lights pipe down

Certified, turn a man’s lights out

Burner lights make dickheads lie down

Ay, pump pump pump pump