Sirens

[Verse 1: King Marie]
He just want a girl that's got his back
And Imma be the one to wear his flag
Need a girl that's looking for a Clide
And Imma be his only ride or die
He my down boy, and I'm his hood girl
And he ride around all day, and I hold him down
He need a girl that'll never leave his side even if them sirens start to play
Imma ride, Imma ride, cause he don't act like other guys
Let me tell you bout my X nigga
He always trippin off that liquor
And everytime he get mad
He swinging at me like a bat

[Chorus: King Marie]
In my dreams, we get away
Every night ask the lord to here me pray
Pray his life or mine won't end today
Hoping for some change, there's a better way
But for now
We riding round the city with our windows up
Boy you riding with a rider who ain't changing up
Riding past them haters, chuck the duces up
Riding till the sirens chacing us

[Verse 2: Quincey White]
Black bandana, black 10, black Glock
Color [?], we ain't have a lot
Bitches ain't a rider, bitch should be a rider
An unloyal hoe, I never had that problem
See you niggas ride, I'm an outlaw
Me against the world, can do without yall
Picture me rolling while I hit them up
So I lay them down, I don't give a fuck
[?] Imma pray for him, cause I'm [?] up
Gone off the weed and the Henesy
Creep when we ride on our enomies
Had to channel my inner 2pac, nigga
Thug life, playing hoes like a jukebox, nigga
Walk in the club, all eyes on me
Got them watching like the [?] , nigga
Never switch on my niggas like Bishep unless you more bitch than my bitch, bitch up
Back of the pick up, lift up
Then the black bag zip up
Might call a hundred Bloods, call a hundred essays, might call a hundred fucking Crips up
But there's no need, it's me and King Marie, new Bonnie and Clide, don't get it mixed up

[Chorus: King Marie]
In my dreams, we get away
Every night ask the lord to here me pray
Pray his life or mine won't end today
Hoping for some change, there's a better way
But for now
We riding round the city with our windows up
Boy you riding with a rider who ain't changing up
Riding past them haters, chuck the duces up
Riding till the sirens chacing us