ฟังเพลงLil Ride (Explicit)

Song: Lil Ride

Artist: G Herbo

Lyrics: G Herbo

Composed: Chase Davis

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)