Lyrics Ride with Me - Freestyle

Ride with Me

I’m with ya bitch getting head
And I’m giving you the heads up (MMM)
Hit her with a leg up, guess i had a leg up
Got you in ya feelings, all fed up (MMM)
And I’m giving you the heads up even though my breads up
You could get ya mother fucking head buss (MMM)
Either the box or the hearse or the doc and the nurse
Tryna stitch a nigga head up (MMM)
Left-Left open like a suitcase
Kick him in his mouth, how my shoe taste?(MMM)
Looking at me with the screw face
Get you choked now you looking like a smurf with the blue face (MMM)
Out in Cali' with the bally
And the Bentley got new plates (MMM)
Thinking bout how to get new cakes
Staring at the stars on the roof of the new wraith (MMM)
Word, you a bird
Have you floating in the pond since you had me on a goose chase (MMM)
I’m undefeated, I never lost
Naw!
Never even had a tie like shoelace (MMM)
Look, I be giving dimes out
Ha’e that shit that killed Amy Winehouse (MMM)
Trynna get ya wife on Skype but I’m bout to make her sign out
Nigga watch crying bout?
(MMM)
When I pull mine out
Shawty said «Ooo, Lemme find out (MMM)
Put it in, then she was «Ooo can you please climb out?
Imma really need a timeout"(MMM)
Timeout!
I throw that Yak back
Smoke cat piss till i need a cat nap (MMM)
Niggers know the boy street
Thinking that the boy sweet
Four piece, Boop!
Boop!
Bap!
Bap!(MMM)
That’s facts
I was in school with the nine in the backpack
It was matte black
My favorite gun at the time until i got that Mac (MMM)
I don’t just just rap raps
But nigga you could get the picture like a snapchat (MMM)
Cock gets back, then gets clap
Like *makes gun sound* off witch snapback (MMM)
Lemme backtrack.
This is snack rap
Putting rappers in the bag like rap snacks (MMM)
You need some butt shots
Ya ass is flat as a flap jack (MMM)
All the skinny girls in the world
Don’t listen to that crap (MMM)
But listen to this
If i get with a chick
She thick as a bitch
Bitch, pull the track back
No cheat code, I go beast mode
Every time I throw a beat on (MMM)
Ready for the war like I came to the stu
With face paint and fatigues on (MMM)
Uh, what I do imma keep doin'
Keep a new pair of sneaks on (MMM)
In the studio, A/C all year
Even in the winter we don’t even turn the heat on (MMM)
Bring a Mac to ya mother house
Then, Put the Mac in ya mother mouth (MMM)
Put the Mac in his mother mouth?
Yo, word to my mother you be bugging' out (MMM)
That sound like some shit that came out my brother mouth (MMM)
But I still run up on you armed up, arms up, I ain’t tryna hug it out (MMM)
Yo, I don’t give a fuck about
No bitch.
But you know what i love about (MMM)
Yo bitch?
I love her mouth
You tryna give her babies, I’m tryna make her suck it out
Cut it out