Ride Out

[Intro: ISO Indies]
Yeah, yeah
Back again
Ride to
Yo, light that shit up, bro
Yo, yo

[Chorus: ISO Indies]
Yeah, homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher
Homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
Sativa or indica
Hash or a dab
Bongo or edible, we could go half
Pour me up a glass, red wine, this Roscato
Can't join if you ain’t got no paper or Fronto
Always keep a crush or break it down on the tray
Keep somethin' by the door so the smell don't escape
And now we don't vapе, 'cause we keep the vibе potent
Cool breeze blowin', gotta crack a window open, yo
What I like smokin' is Gorilla Glue
Shit get me higher than the Pilato
Feelin' somewhere physical
If you rollin' greens, let me know
It's the principle
No medical guard, but we always keep medicinal
Eighths or a quarter, halfs or a ounce
Then we get the pounds, it's all about amount, ayy
Shit is like sex, gotta go a couple rounds
Nigga, you just hot, you ain't really hit us [?]

[Chorus: ISO Indies]
Yeah, homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher
Homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher, yeah

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Greens or exotics
Weekly deposits
Find a way to cop it even if I ain’t got it
Those was the days, puffin' on some haze
Called Dutch Treats, that's the kinda strand that make you lusty
Trust me, it must be the style we possess, yes
Smokin' on the best, less stress
Got me beatin' on my chest, pass that shit to the left (Word)
Bad bitches in my section and they all DTF
This is all BTS
Had to check the GPS
I forgot where I'm goin'
I be gettin' too hot, and hatin' not knowin'
Flowin' like the river, up your spine, let it quiver (Uh-huh)
Ran outta herbs, hit my man, he deliver (Where?)
Sell it for the low so you know that's my nigga
Cop another pack, cut it open with the scissors (Chill)
Pour a cup of Liquor, gotta chill 'cause the liver
Only smoke weed and [?]

[Chorus: ISO Indies]
Yeah, homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher
Homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher
Yeah, homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher
Homie, let's ride out
One, two, three, four spliffs get hot now
Puff-puff, pass-pass it off to the right now
You are not welcome to my cy-cy-cy-cy-cypher, yeah