Joy Ride

[Produced by The Bank Boy]

[Verse 1: ]
I had to hustle go get it, he need a front boy forget it
Only 100's and 50's, they selling drugs off of credit
I only want me a quickie, baby girl call when you ready
I style my goons in designer, run up on you in Guiseppe's
I ride around with my glizzy, I got that shit from young jefe
Brought down south straight up to DC, that money fall like confetti
I hit a lick on my plug when he started acting petty
He thought J $tash was a jugg, I already got a V20
Back when I used to wear Gucci that Louie, Prada, and Fendi
Now catch me in that exclusive Balenciaga with Danny
Got on some Balmain jeans, strapped up with that semi
I'm pulling out them racks my bank account got plenty
Fuck beef I'm ready, I'm eating pussy spaghetti
AR15 or probably use this machete
Put a bullet in your head now your ass got you a headache
I won't stop shooting 'til your dead I hope you niggas is ready

[Hook x2: ]
I ride with mine
Get high with my
Do homicides with my
Mu mu motherfucking niggas

[Verse 2: ]
Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold
Little bitch ass nigga you ain't getting no hoes
You ain't smoking no dope, you ain't sipping no 4
Don't act like you be stunting you ain't getting no show
Hold up I'm loading a 4
If I bust down the trigger then nigga he gone
Better leave me alone leave your brains on the floor
I be all in your home geeked up off that good coke
Back in the dope got them halves for the low
If you need anything else give me 3 get a whole
I'm a be in the trap I'll serve you a whole
For the green I be snapping Iceberg I be cold
Rocking blood diamonds Sierra Leone
For that money keep calling I got me 2 phones
Bitches they love me I bring them to fuck
I'm a south Florida nigga no foreign just Donks

[Hook x2: ]
I ride with mine
Get high with my
Do homicides with my
Mu mu motherfucking niggas