Ride Wit a Shoota

[Intro: Enphamus]
Ayy

[Chorus: Enphamus]
She wanna ride with a shooter, she wanna go to Aruba
I fucked her, then ordered a Uber, then disappeared on her, I went to Bermuda
Bring back the trap, nigga, long live Scooter, think she a snack, I'ma dog her, Scooby
Pretty on IG, in person, she spooky, if she work for U-Haul, she still couldn't move me

[Verse 1: Enphamus]
She seen me on screen, I was a doer and ready for war like Curry and Moody
I don't need a screen, I'll Iso, shoot it, pop out with dog shit, the ice on dookie
Ask 'bout a feature, my price on Pucci, I'll make shit corn like [?] ruby
This shit gone, don't cap like Boosie, then leave with some mooses like I'm Mansa Musa
The man on the team, call the recruiters, they know I'ma trip, but I ain't even Hoover
I'm all in the bitch spot, bickin' and boolin', my dick in a shell, it's taco Tuesday
You goin' to Hell, I ain't sayin' it loosely, I'm not tryna judge, my name ain't Judy
Long live Virgil, I popped out Louis, my life was a movie that skipped past Tubi
And bitch, I'm hard like a dick in a pool, I'm Draymond, bitch, I don't play by the rules
I hop out bustin', I stay by the school, I'm Sammy, you Remmick, I'll give you the blues
But no cartoon, I ain't leavin' no clues, hit so many U's, I'm sponsored by True
Better eat garlic, this bitch tryna drool, coulda made it to Harvard but I didn't like school
Boy, you's a bitch, your daddy a duck, oh, Kung Fu Panda on the Cadillac truck, oh
White on the outside, black on the inside, put sum'n fast on the back of a Gen. 5
Fuckin' this Asian, I'm into hentai, it wasn't a drive by, it was a send bye
He need a GoFund, throw him a fish fry, the south breeze paws, you don't wanna get hit by
And everybody tough 'till them niggas start dyin', and the mamas start cryin' like they ready to find us
Hoes on TikTok callin' me fine, I'm throwin' up red and I age like wine now
Never been green, was never on vine
I got the name Enph' from committin' the crime
I coulda fucked Henna, she don't wanna climb
My wrist on Mike, I don't remember the time

[Verse 2: BAK Jay]
Same nigga from the bottom, ain't shit gon' change me, she eat it up with ice, I'll call her brain giver
You ain't stepped on shit, you is not no stepper, niggas act too hard, start applyin' that pressure
I'm tryna send a opp up to them gates, 'cause we know damn well he ain't meetin' no Devil
These niggas call it out, swish at the funeral, brodie want smoke, he'll get at whoever
Rule number one is go get to that bag, don't be stuck on your dick if you get down bad
Switch the whole clip and reverse with a mag, how you can't get off no zip? That's sad
Wanna take it there? We can, boy, I go dumb with this Drac' in my hand
Color of the za same as the bands, run down with that grrt, then run through his pants
One thing about it, my main shot, ayy, fake-ass opps, that's the shit I hate
We reppin' that east but I'm Super Six K, hop out with that shit that'll take off a face
(One thing about it, my main shot, ayy, fake-ass opps, that's the shit I hate)
(We reppin' that east but I'm Super Six K, hop out with that shit that'll take off a face)

[Outro: BAK Jay]
Fake-ass opps, that's the shit I hate
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