Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Ride, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lil Ride |
| Yeah |
| Free Juelz Santana |
| Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah) |
| What you doing with that strap, lil' boy? |
| Don’t be moving like that, lil' boy |
| Stay up out the trap, you you don’t know what you doing with them packs, |
| lil' boy |
| It’s some niggas really like that and they might make you adapt, lil' boy (Uh) |
| Listen, let me gather your attention real fast |
| Take in all the details, this gon' go real fast |
| This a tale about a kid, they call him Lil Ride |
| A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad |
| Petty little bastard |
| Known to get in big shit about some little cash |
| If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last |
| He cut you down bad, do what he ask and don’t get blasted 'cause he’ll kill you |
| real fast |
| Living life in the fast lane, whole dash |
| Hit a lot of licks, ain’t never made no stash |
| The last come first, they say the first come last |
| Okay, let me make you feel him real fast |
| Grew up, they was robbing, they was killing real bad |
| Nigga mom’s cracked out, whole apartment trapped out |
| Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain’t never felt no love |
| Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house |
| Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out |
| Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out |
| Ignored him, they sound him out |
| Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about |
| All he knew was the few blocks whatever went down in the hood, he seen the shit |
| Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech for shit |
| He rather take, he don’t mind dressing in black to creep for it |
| Watched them all and it wasn’t long before he learned their weakness |
| First time robbing, they went left 'cause he was starvin' |
| Poor man ain’t moved right, he threw a bullet in his noggin |
| Young and paranoid as fuck, feeling like he out of luck |
| Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks |
| This nigga barely got some cash thinkin' bout his past |
| Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last? |
| Clutchin' on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit |
| Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick |
| Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route |
| Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana house |
| The slowest week he move a half a brick a day |
| Plan was get to Nana’s quick enough to grab the work and get away |
| Nana’s senile and she ain’t seen him in a while |
| Noticed who he was 'cause he was reeking of the loud |
| Cuz don’t even smoke, nigga, cuz never been broken |
| Cuzzo been playing with thousands but ain’t never been no joke and niggas know |
| that |
| If you got a bond with family, why would you blow that? |
| Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at |
| Gave Nana the longest hug and kisses, said I’m coming back |
| He ain’t ever coming back |
| Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped |
| Ain’t no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride |
| Cuz parked right outside with his MAC |
| Tears, blood in his eyes |
| Lil' nigga got no ties, he ain’t linked with no guys |
| Cuz sliding and he on that 'til he get some answers |
| Streets ain’t got no love, nigga’ll kill his own blood |
| Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain’t his whole cousin |
| He don’t give a fuck 'bout repercussions, he forever thuggin' |
| Mika sluggin', sluttin' thugs, but she fuckin' Ride now |
| Text her, said he finna' slide, thinking shit done died down |
| Ready for a homicide, that bitch up on his side now |
| And he’ll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down |
| Hood know she fuckin', Ride love her like a sucker, though |
| Put a selfie on her page, tryna blow his other hoes |
| Uh-oh, he ain’t let her know |
| Should’ve let her know that he was wanted |
| Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it |
| See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way |
| Said fuck his guilty conscience, he gon' do this broad-day |
| All his younger life been having hard days |
| Put the car in park, gon' put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways |
| Thinking 'bout the days when they used to play, damn |
| Probably could’ve put him on some smart plays |
| Then he think of hustlin' how he got this shit the smart way |
| That’s why he can’t spare 'em, there he go, he about to walk his way |
| Ayy, ayy, cuz |
| Ayy, check it out, come here |
| Buck (Buck), buck (Buck), buck (Buck, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) |