Take A Ride (feat. Rich Bleeda & DMG CRASH)

I ain't gon' count, I been lost my heart in this shit Most these niggas be actin' like they really fucked But niggas be flawed as a bitch Ayy, come take a ride with a nigga like me, uh-huh Come grab your Glock, lil' bitch Might as well come slide If you wanna be the game, nigga, let me see if you can blow your stick Niggas be pussy, I don't entertain that shit These niggas be actin' like hoes, go get some money These niggas really be up on the net, out here really broke That shit funny, why you tryna beef with a nigga You ain't got no money, lil' bro Chop gon' hit a stomach Then I switch that for a Glock, me and gang just did pick and roll Shit, know where your necks, that boy got hit in the neck My boy, he love bustin' the tip These niggas be leachin', we had to sniff for no reason Hop out the car, get it hittin' on sight On sight, hop out the car, get it hittin' on sight Real street nigga won't leave my pipe Bout to play with your hoe, you'll lose your life Ayy, niggas love the type, but I don't wanna type I'm out on bomb, but I still ride with that blick on broke, ayy, I call my shooters to shoot it for sure If I can't take the Drake, then I won't even go These niggas know we post up on the snow But these lil' niggas won't slide through These niggas know where we gon' slide to I'ma show these lil' niggas what that 5 do Okay, right now, man, I'm up on the mission Better not get in my way, or you can get missin 762 hit his face, he ain't have his lace Boy, that lil' nigga was trippin I'm outside at day 30 on my waist Pull up, I'ma shoot Scottie Pimpin I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot Scottie Pimpin Back door, niggas better keep that back door closed When we pull up, boy, we shootin' the 50 I don't give a f*ck if you with your ho These niggas know we tryna get niggas missin Me and my niggas tryna up up the score Where the f*ck niggas at? Where they be livin' I got that bitch and that came from a hole I ain't the type to do diss songs I'm the type to go get a f*ck nigga gone Suck my dick, after that, get the f*ck on Why the bitch keep callin' my fuckin' phone Hold on, decline Why that bitch keep hittin' my line Man, this bitch keep on wastin' my time Nigga, get out my way, I'ma hit him in his line, gang, nigga Yeah, we the ones got niggas missed out Everyone's got niggas bitched out We the ones got niggas bitched out These niggas know we don't play that We don't pull up and shoot where you stay at Me and gang out the love where you stay at Me and gang out the love where you stay at Yeah