[Rich Homie Quan:]
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Came in at first, had bad luck
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Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'
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We done sold out, now everybody mad at me
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Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'
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Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem
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Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem
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[Hook - Kid Ink:]
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It's the only way we know to go
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Squad up, never roll alone
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And we gon' ride on forever
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We ride out together
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Pull up right in your zone
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Take over the street, that's how we roll
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And we gon' ride on forever
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We ride out together
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[Tyga:]
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Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
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Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
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I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalog
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One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
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But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke
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Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
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We are not alone, boy, better check your tone
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You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans
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Sit with us, table last supper
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Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
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Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
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You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me
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Preferably one of the best
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She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death
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Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest
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We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress
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[Hook]
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[Wale:]
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Ridin' on ton of waves
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And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no
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Flyin' from a mile away
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It's not a problem, only real ones follow me
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And I can do this with my eyes closed
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Blindfold two times over
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Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
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I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over
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Talkin' all Melatonin, get it and fight coma
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What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire
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History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'
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You don't believe it? Then try it
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We don't believe in just tryin'
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I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided
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That's cold blooded
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And I've been this dope for like four summers
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And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say
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Keep it G for Pete's sake
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I know this shit that bone you pick
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Might leave you niggas feetless
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[Hook]
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[YG:]
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It's YG 4hunnid!
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Is you ridin'?
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Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence?
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If Jimmy got caught up, but you right there with him
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So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?
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Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
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When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate
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You got that fake friend, San Tone
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There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show
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You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
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Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns
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Hold up, each one teach one
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Motivate each one to be somethin'
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Cause I ain't just another statistic
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I do this and that if you wanna get specific
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I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
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For me and my day one hitters
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[Kid Ink:]
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Ride out!
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Ride Out
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| Wale |
