Ride or Die

[Hook]
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money; don't try to hide it
I work a 9 to 5
But I could still cut through the check like a samurai
I miss them days (days)
I knew just who I could trust; them was better times (yeah)
Wish there was a way (way)
I could tell who was fronting with a satellite

[Verse 1]
Don't say that we're in the same lane
This ain't an interstate; this a roundabout
Only fuck with the gang (gang)
I'm talking about inner circles
And it ain't getting bigger
No we are not fucking with you (no we're not)
I stay in a figure eight
Cuz niggas be at your neck likе a noose
As if you were suicidal
Man I'm living in luxury
I see thе niggas who deserted me rolling blunts like it's tumbleweed (yeah)
Light as a feather
Pushed by the slightest of weather
We stopped the fighting now they think we tight as a tether
But from what I can remember
You had decided that you was tired of the pressure
Now you wanna ride it together (ahh)
Well I may forgive; don't know if I'll forget
And mercy ain't something you easily get
I know niggas don't change, they just feel some regret
Then they go straight back to the (uh)
The two times I've been out for the count
Who would I expect to look out for me
I'ma leave it to my scouts
Overseeing shit I cannot perceive
They said they'd do it for free
Can't leave them without the bag; they travel with me
People see a nigga generous
Gotta look out for the snakes; they're tryna persuade me like Adam and Eve
Talking pastries, yeah these niggas are sweet
Looking for something to eat
I'm not gon feed into something don't benefit me

[Hook]
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money ain't try to hide it
I work a 9 to 5
But I could still cut through the check like a samurai
I miss them days (days)
I knew just who I could trust; them was better times
Wish there was a way (way)
I could tell who was fronting with a satellite

[Verse 2]
I gotta get me a (mmh mmh mmh)
Get me a drum set today
So I can hit it like (bum bum bum)
Just let me pound on that cake (pound on that cake)
I make it go (dum da da)
I’m hitting them symbols
You’d think it was sign language
That’s how I signal the hunters
Got multi, that’s a pump shotgun
I’m spraying them (uh) with a high fragrance
Go on a spree and cop me some Versace
I’m making money moves; how can you stop me
I’m the one pulling the strings; mariachi
And they tryna copy; they think they’re Itachi
Akatsuki; It’s raining blood in the lobby
I’m cooking y’all in front of… like hibachi
I make it clear to see; no, it ain’t foggy
Don't want no smoke in your body
You start a problem, then you finna choke like the Warriors
You'll rue the day no Euphoria
This is a chore to me
Feels like I'm doing Pilates
They want me to stretch the bag
They're calling my line
Its ringing four times like an Audi
I do not give them no mind
It's my time to shine
I don't got no time for nobody

[Interlude]
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money ain't try to hide it
I work a 9 to 5
But I could still cut through the check like a samurai
I miss them days (days)
Wish there was a way (way)
I could tell who was... satellite

[Hook]
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money ain't try to hide it
I work a 9 to 5
But I could still cut through the check like a samurai
I miss them days (days)
I knew just who I could trust, them was better times
Wish there was a way (way)
I could tell who was fronting with a satellite (yeah)