Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride Da Night, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 16.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ride Da Night |
| Green light, we gon' ride the night |
| Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night |
| Fishtailin' out the parking lot |
| No cops, we ain’t gonna stop |
| Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift |
| Hard tops, ain’t no rags in here |
| Hit the gas and we pack the clip |
| Muscle cars sound mad as hell |
| Full throttle, I’m stuck in the fast lane |
| Livin' life with my foot on the pedal |
| Hop in the spaceship, and two-hundred the dash |
| I ain’t scared to dance with the devil |
| Took off on the competition, I’m alone at the top |
| Thinkin' «Lately, who been on my level?» |
| Runnin' up commas and comin' in first place |
| That’s the only thing been on my schedule |
| No, I can’t lose, I came in breakin' the rules |
| And ran up a check with the rebels |
| Blood, sweat and tears in this shit, you was ever against us |
| Then that ain’t some shit we can settle |
| Me and the gang turn up for no reason |
| I’m in my bag no matter the season |
| I told them boys I’m the best and I mean it |
| Ready, set, go, hit the streets and I’m speedin' |
| Green light, we gon' ride the night |
| Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night |
| Fishtailin' out the parking lot |
| No cops, we ain’t gonna stop |
| Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift |
| Hard tops, ain’t no rags in here |
| Hit the gas and we pack the clip |
| Muscle cars sound mad as hell |
| Green light, we gon' ride the night |
| Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night |
| Fishtailin' out the parking lot |
| No cops, we ain’t gonna stop |
| Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift |
| Hard tops, ain’t no rags in here |
| Hit the gas and we pack the clip |
| Muscle cars sound mad as hell |
| Push the button, let me put it in track |
| Goin' «vroom» when I give it some gas |
| Goin' «shoo», out of pocket, I pass |
| Woo, pray to God we don’t crash |
| Woo-woo, oh my God, that’s the best |
| Fake stop, hit the brake, do the dash |
| Big race, I got paper to snatch |
| Jump in rank, I’m actin' bad on they ass, yeah |
| Took out the motor, re-did the suspension |
| I stand in your shit like I stand kitchen |
| Fourteen inch lip on the back how I’m thuggin' |
| Yellow my bumper, all black how I’m comin' |
| Michael Jackson my caliber, bumblebee color |
| Hotel for wholesale, we DoubleTree double |
| My emblem, my center cap under me, custom |
| Baby, stop bluffin', you know you ain’t golden |
| We gon' bleed the block tonight |
| Full speed, that’s what I like |
| I don’t need no keys, push start to ride |
| Do the dash and I spaz, I just pray I don’t crash, oh |
| Green light, we gon' ride the night |
| Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night |
| Fishtailin' out the parking lot |
| No cops, we ain’t gonna stop |
| Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift |
| Hard tops, ain’t no rags in here |
| Hit the gas and we pack the clip |
| Muscle cars sound mad as hell |
| Green light, we gon' ride the night |
| Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night |
| Fishtailin' out the parking lot |
| No cops, we ain’t gonna stop |
| Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift |
| Hard tops, ain’t no rags in here |
| Hit the gas and we pack the clip |
| Muscle cars sound mad as hell |