We Ride Lyrics – Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I say the pressure is on ***
Them birds in town *** you know we bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
*** you know we ’bout to get it on
Yea, I say the pressure is on ***
Them M’s in town *** you know we bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we *** and we ***
*** you know that we ’bout to get it on
I say the pressure is on ***
Them birds in town *** you know we bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
*** you know we ’bout to get it on
Yea, I say the pressure is on ***
Them M’s in town *** you know we bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we *** and we ***
*** you know that we ’bout to get it on
And you know that I’m a get mine, even if I got to slang iron
Youngin’ right here that’s on side of me
16, bangin’ at the same time
My nerves bad, went in my pack to ease my mind
Niggas hatin’ but ain’t gettin’ close to me
I’ma *** these hoes while I steady keep my wrist on shine
Hundred for that Red eye Charger
‘Notha hundred grand for my momma, fifty for my brother lawyer
Fifty five hundred for these sticks to keep the *** niggas in Order, c’mon, bang out
Meech get a *** from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida
Then probably be back up in that North, talkin’ [?]
Ten million for my label, now sittin’ on the table
Youngin’ played up where they trap at, ski’d up, tryna take ’em
All my niggas who real, with them I’m gone break paper
Still no *** off and niggas fakin’
I say the pressure is on ***
Them birds in town *** you know we bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
*** you know we ’bout to get it on
Yea, I say the pressure is on ***
Them M’s in town *** you know we ’bout to get it on
And we ride and we ride and we *** and we ***
*** you know that we ’bout to get it on
Look I’m back up in this ***
And in this *** I got them sticks
How many you went and copped?
How many of ’em that I could get
Look I got three Unc, and that’s ninety shots
Gon’ clear the whole street, they talkin’ millions, we can beef
I’m screamin’ *** that we can meet
He a cold blooded ***
Never been no stranger, built for this gangsta’ ***
Down for some danger
Cold lil ***, like, Uptown finger
Trigger finger *** like, who want
Cold lil *** like, who want bangers
Uptown trigger finger, who want bang wit’ us
You know this pimpin’, been had the drip ***, understand me
Big money talk boy, ain’t no small talk round here
Who want bang wit’ us
Hold on Five, Mouse man catch the cut
Beezy, handle that, Big J you know what it is
Jubba G, let’s get it
Big money ***, anybody can get it
Rich Gang, Blatt