Ride Out - SHORELINE MAFIA, Lil Yachty

Release that clip at his tummy

He a dead man like a mummy

Release that clip at his tummy

He a dead man like a mummy

Release that clip at his tummy

He a dead man like a mummy

I got more bands than your family

Pussy nigga, don’t you ever talk crazy

I give a fuck 'bout a bitch

You can find me in the 6

Peep the ice rink on my wrist

They call me debra like yola

I might pull up in that Rover with my gang from Pensacola and they shootin'

Them niggas aimin' at strollers

If I bring it out it’s over

They ain’t come out here for nothin'

Promise they gon' shoot at somethin'

Ya bitch love on me cause my shmoney

She hop on dick like a bunny

Release that clip at his tummy

He a dead man like a mummy

Send a few shots to his mommy if he make another threat to hurt my family

I don’t give no fuck 'bout nobody

I know some some billis a town

But none 'em niggas got a body

Call a chop to load my shotty

Ride out

Ride out, ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out, ride out

Niggas talkin' down, niggas talkin' down

Ride out

Ride out

Ride out

Put the drugs in the goyard then go

Cookin' up over the stove

All my niggas trained to go

Treat a bitch like a hoe

Kick down a nigga door

If I heard he holdin' dough

Get down on the floor

Whip the fork in slow-mo

Eat the pussy, hell no

On my soul, I can’t go

Nigga you a average joe

Try me nigga, I’mma blow

We can’t text hoes they ho

You know that I’m at my glo

Cause basedgod I’m fully load

Post up at the corner store

Ride out

Ride out, ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out

Ride out, ride out, ride out

Niggas talkin' down, niggas talkin' down

Ride out

Ride out

Ride out