Lyrics Would You Ride - Shad Da God, Rich Homie Quan

Would You Ride

You know what I’m sayin, I need it fast, pronto
Asap
You know I’m talkin bout money, nigga
Shad Da God
Rich Homie Quan
Would you ride for a nigga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a nigga ass, and I’m out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A nigga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a nigga right quick
Pull up on you pussys in that SUV
You ain’t got a lot, so I can’t respect you, G
Got some shit that’ll flip a nigga, Zone 6
My brother Tip got an extended clip, that 33
I’m poppin Perks back to back, that shit don’t fuck with me
I do some shit, got 12 right outside the V
Scared as fuck, got that nigga callin me
Straight drop, got my partner ridin next to me
Shauty, I can get anything you want
Yello AP, you ain’t lookin at no avrage nigga
I pull up on you with the 80 with the bigger trigger
Now a motherfucker can’t tell me what they feelin, nigga
Gucci luggige got me feelin like the Thriller, nigga
3 quarters of a Xan, I feel like a killer, nigga
I got some shooters, but I still keep my Ruger, nigga
That come with extra clips for shootin extra niggas
You ain’t getting money, I ain’t dealin with ya
Black Audomor, look like a villain, nigga
I got a whip full of straps for the real niggas
And my bitch got the strap by the weal, nigga
Tryna see a nigga, tryna creep up on a nigga
God!
Would you ride for a nigga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a nigga ass, and I’m out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A nigga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a nigga right quick
Pull up on a bitch nigga ass like this
Pull up, comin down in some nice kicks
Quan man of the year, clean like this
Ever since she ran out, don’t wanna face that bitch
Lose the money, get it back right quick
Tryed to keep it real, why she act like this?
I don’t need no bate, I just catch that fish
Hundred thousand dollar, yeah, I made right quick
If that hoe fine, Imma take that bitch
Every night I dine, I stake my dish
Ice on my wrist, no cake on that bitch
When reality hit, you better face that shit
Cause I paint her face, just like makeup, yep
And I relieve your pain, just like a daytime trip
I’m not gonna board, if that ship goin sink
I’m not goin home, I’m goin face my fears
I make a little more, I can pay my bills
I eat all my pork, I don’t waist no meal
Ducked down, I don’t take no deal
Ballen like the NBA, great O’Neal
Never left, came back real quick
Spend a couple thousand on these hoes real quick
Hundred thousand dollars, nother show like this
I just need to know right quick
Would you ride for a nigga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a nigga ass, and I’m out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A nigga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a nigga right quick