Down To Ride

Spark a wood, go ahead, pass me the lighter I'm way too good, I see a snake from far away like I'm a sniper Uh, He ain't really hood, you just a typer Nah, they don't know what I be sayin' half of the time, they gotta decipher Ayy, slidin' on this shit, they know I'm cold, but I spit fire I might slide in on your chick, she touchin' toes when I arrive I ain't hidin' from no jit, I keep a pole it's by my side In silence is what I sit, cause I know no one down to ride Get that money, tryna stack up everything, I put my fingers on You lost me, if it ain't about no cash, I ain't got my ringer on My phone on DND, I catch a play, and then I sing this song No energy in me, I'm in the clouds, I feel like Chechen and Chong I tell the kids, stop doin' all that shit you see at home I know sometimes you wanna tag along, but nigga, we is grown We could do a better job, cause some stuff don't need to be shown Love's in the heart of a home, loyalty creeps in my bones When the smoke clear, you don't got no folks near You find it so weird, but look back and it's so clear Thinkin' it's your bros up in the spot, but it's some hoes here I figured out they was tryna plot on me the whole year Fast forward a whole year, I'm still up more than a broke queer Stop talking that motion, when you ain't push forward no gear Took a nigga bitch, but I'm tryna roll, I made his hoe steer You can't work your face, get out my place, it ain't no coach here Shorty got some class and a lil ass, I told her, come here I showed her a red X up on my bed, I can't take nun serious A bitch ain't what I need, it's money, I'll tell you run here If it's cash, pull up fast and do the dash, like shit, I'm done here Pull off the scene, Bullets bald like Mr. Clean Pass the ball, I go Kareem Who is dog, I never seen Neck go (Kachow) Lightning McQueen They know I'm fresh and i'm too.. They know I'm fresh and I'm too.. They know I'm fresh and I'm too clean Go ahead, pass me the lighter I'm way too good, I see a snake from far away, like I'm a sniper Uh, he ain't really hood, you just a typer, nah They don't know what I be saying half of the time, they gotta decipher Ayy, sliding on this shit, they know I'm cold, but I spit fire I might slide in on your chick, she touch her toes when I arrive I ain't hiding from no jit, I keep a pole it's by my side In silence is what I sit, cause I know no one down to ride