"Ride To West Memphis" lyrics
Come on, man
Yeah, ha, what
Who these niggas think they talkin' to? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bloc who they missin', ooh, skrt
Ha, Bloc
I got them turnt up in the fuckin' Honda, ayy
And she threw a hundred dollars, to be honest
And then she say that she freaky, she actin' funny
I do not buy her no Wendy's, she get some sundaes
Pointin' at bars, bitch, I got the bars
Servin' car to car with an A&R
Niggas playin' hard, find 'em, pull they card
I knew that these niggas was pussy from the start
Pull up in somethin' with push button start
Walk with my bags out, you can say I'm Mark
They ask for handouts, I don't do handouts
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, I have my mans out
Choppa ring 24/7 like Waffle House
DJ own the weapon, it make you walk 'em down
It ain't 'bout money, then what is you talkin' 'bout?
He actin' funny, we call his ass Kevin now
Whoop, workin' my wrist, I'm like, "Ooh"
We makin' records like Guinness, trappin' in the Benzes
Me, Boogie and Jay on the way to West Memphis
Two shoes tied together, lil' homie, you trippin'
I stick to the cheddar, big homie, I'm crippin'
P-I-G dissin' me, homie, no flippin'
They say I'm a menace, I murder civilians
Fuck a couple bags, I want a million
Leave for thirty bands, now I'm just chillin'
Brother and I cop a gram, choppa come with a stand
Together, we shoot shit up like Afghanistan
Gwalla my nigga, you know he my Taliban
CB stand, Peda Roll Mafia, Grape
You play and them bullets gon' hit your ear and face
I go by the askin' for what you hear and say
Headshot a nigga and dip up out the state
Keep the grass cut, gotta watch for all the snakes
Fuck the police 'cause they sent my daddy state
And I still got my decision on the case
Ayy, man
Free my motherfuckin' niggas in the feds, man
Fuck what a nigga said, man
Man, get this motherfuckin' money, man
Tell them, tell them, "Wake a nigga ass," man
You hear me? Couple grand stacks get a nigga ass whacked, get a nigga gone, man
Off of flip phones, man, you hear me?
Yeah, ha, what
Who these niggas think they talkin' to? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bloc who they missin', ooh, skrt
Ha, Bloc
I got them turnt up in the fuckin' Honda, ayy
And she threw a hundred dollars, to be honest
And then she say that she freaky, she actin' funny
I do not buy her no Wendy's, she get some sundaes
Pointin' at bars, bitch, I got the bars
Servin' car to car with an A&R
Niggas playin' hard, find 'em, pull they card
I knew that these niggas was pussy from the start
Pull up in somethin' with push button start
Walk with my bags out, you can say I'm Mark
They ask for handouts, I don't do handouts
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, I have my mans out
Choppa ring 24/7 like Waffle House
DJ own the weapon, it make you walk 'em down
It ain't 'bout money, then what is you talkin' 'bout?
He actin' funny, we call his ass Kevin now
Whoop, workin' my wrist, I'm like, "Ooh"
We makin' records like Guinness, trappin' in the Benzes
Me, Boogie and Jay on the way to West Memphis
Two shoes tied together, lil' homie, you trippin'
I stick to the cheddar, big homie, I'm crippin'
P-I-G dissin' me, homie, no flippin'
They say I'm a menace, I murder civilians
Fuck a couple bags, I want a million
Leave for thirty bands, now I'm just chillin'
Brother and I cop a gram, choppa come with a stand
Together, we shoot shit up like Afghanistan
Gwalla my nigga, you know he my Taliban
CB stand, Peda Roll Mafia, Grape
You play and them bullets gon' hit your ear and face
I go by the askin' for what you hear and say
Headshot a nigga and dip up out the state
Keep the grass cut, gotta watch for all the snakes
Fuck the police 'cause they sent my daddy state
And I still got my decision on the case
Ayy, man
Free my motherfuckin' niggas in the feds, man
Fuck what a nigga said, man
Man, get this motherfuckin' money, man
Tell them, tell them, "Wake a nigga ass," man
You hear me? Couple grand stacks get a nigga ass whacked, get a nigga gone, man
Off of flip phones, man, you hear me?
