Lyrics Ride or Die - Viper

Ride or Die

G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
We got two choices, to ride or die
So we gone ride through this thing and we gon' ride so fly
G’d up, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout
And I can’t wait till my boys get out
I see my partners throwin' love back
As we flippin' it up, 'cause its just like that
I don’t understand how them boys is keepin it so real
But we kickin' it together and everything is chill
As the world goes round, and keeps on spinnin'
We stayin' on a mission bout to be big winnin'
Study with the game of true Rap Psalms
And straight getting paid as we goin' on
It ain’t gone stop tho, until the love get drop
We ain’t gone stop tho, until the body gets shot
And if it don’t, we just gonna keep on hittin'
Keep mic trippin', and keep on rippin'
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
You might see a balla ridin' on them fo’s
Ridin' on low, ridin' on the roads
Can you hear the bass thumpin' out the back of your car?
Bumpin' so hard, as we travelin' far
We tired of bein' broke so we ran up on this rap game
To blow up, and this vibe’ll change
The boys throwin' up the deuce
Showin' much love, as a balla fall through
Yes i’m gone be ridin' through the flavor hood
Where the love is good, bustin' rhymes that I should
And it ain’t gone ever stop till the casket drop
So move your head and let your body rock
And holler at your boy
When it’s time to come up like a Chips Ahoy!
Cause you know I’m gon' be throwin' it back to you
A ghetto child, super star, young fool
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
I’m ridin' in the middle of a caravan
With the paper and the pen in my hand
I gotta write some lyrics that ballas will hear
That players will feel, that ladies will chill
My homie behind me is rollin' on 3s
Yes its the truth, yes my boy be a G
I remember back in the day we used to parlay
And stay in this game, that’s so player made
But now we done flipped the script, a little bit
Straight getting paid with major hits
And that’s what it’s all about, you know I gotta clown
Throw up a hand, then put it back down
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G’s, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company