Ride Or Die

[Chorus]
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 1]
We got two choices, to ride or die
So we gon' ride through this thing, and we gon' ride so fly
G'd up, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
And I can't wait 'til my boys get out
I see my partners, throwin' love back
As we flippin' it up, 'cause its just like that
I don't understand how them boys is keepin' it so real
But we kickin' it together and everything is chill
As the world goes round, and keeps on spinnin'
We stayin' on a mission, 'bout to be big winnin'
Stickin' with the game of true rap songs
And straight gettin' paid as we goin' on
It ain't gone stop though, until the love get dropped
We ain't gone stop though, until the body gets shot
And if it don't, we just gonna keep on hittin'
Keep mic trippin', and keep on rippin'

[Chorus]
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 2]
You might see a baller ridin' on them fo's
Ridin' on low, ridin' on the roads
Can you hear the bass thumpin' out the back of your car?
Bumpin' so hard, as we travelin' far
We tired of bein' broke, so we ran up on this rap game
To blow up, and this vibe'll change
Them boys throwin' up the deuce
Showin' much love, as a baller fall through
Yes, I'm gon' be ridin' through the flavor hood
Where the love is good, bustin' rhymes that I should
And it ain't gon' ever stop 'til the casket drop
So move your head, and let your body rock
And holler at your boy
When it's time to come up like a Chips Ahoy
'Cause you know I'm gon' be throwin' it back to you
A ghetto child, super star, young fool

[Chorus]
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 3]
I'm ridin' in the middle of a caravan
With the paper and the pen in my hand
I gotta' write some lyrics that ballers will hear
That players will feel, and ladies will chill
My homie behind me is rollin' on 3s
Yes, it's the truth, yes, my boy be a G
I remember back in the day, we used to parlay
And stay in this game, that's so player made
But now we done flipped the script, a little bit
Straight gettin' paid with major hits
And that's what it's all about, you know I gotta' clown
Throw up a hand, then put it back down

[Chorus]
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company
G's, sittin' on threes
Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company