Everybody Wants to Ride

[Hook]
Everybody wants to be a soldier
Everybody wants to ride
But homeboy, I ain't built for bullshit
Couldn't be a soldier if I tried
The only guns I know about are the ones on TV
And the ones that shoot paintballs
So don't fuck with me. I won't fuck with you
And we won't get fucked up at all
I want to have fun

[Verse 1]
Chilling in the berbs, and I never had an urge
To pull a trigger on a rabbit or even a flock of birds
Squirrels roll up, and they know they'll get it worse
.18 calibre pellet will put 'em in a hearse
Reverse. Don't even worry about my words
I put 'em in my verse just I can see the smirks
On the people's face wondering if I really kill squirrels
But disregard this next part if you're a PETA girl
I kill em. I shoot 'em right between the fucking eyes
Hoping that the one pellet was enough to make 'em die
I don't want to have to buy another package of pellets
Walmart's the only place I can find that will sell it
And that's about five miles all the way from my house
And BB's cost a dollar twenty-nine right now
So add that to the gas price. It sounds about half right
But fuck pellets; I'mma kill the squirrel with a pen knife

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Fun, fun. Everything's fun
I never really need a gun just to shoot at someone
I got my fist; got my spit; got my brain, and my tongue
A punchline is enough to make you spit out your gum
So here it goes. Everybody talks about hoes
But I have no idea what's the big idea with those
It's their choice if they even want to put on their clothes
And live in tool sheds. Man, just leave 'em alone!
Back to guns, because that's what the song is about
I keep about two or three sitting up in my house
In case a robber comes in and we have a shoot out
I pull it out, throw it hard, and try to hit 'em in the mouth
Cause they're fake. They couldn't even kill a fucking mouse
Even if he was already bleeding from the head and mouth
I could probably scare him if I cared enough to show my glout
Then we could go 6 rounds in a Micky Mouse bout
I'm off topic, but don't worry if I drop off it
My words are on beat, so I still rhyme proper
And my beat box is a real show stopper
Here's a short sample before the chorus comes in knocking
{Boom} {Erra} {Erra} {pth}
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[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I don't know about you, but I know about me
I'm not signed to the rock but I'm still a YG
I bring the heat every time
That I sing on the beat
I wear socks so my shoes don't smell like feet
My songs can make me feel like king kong
My beats will make you want to sing along
My rhymes can make me laugh or cry
I don't care what you think, fuck foolish pride

[Hook]