"Long Ride II" lyrics
(Frontline shit)
FastMoneyBoyz
(Good lookin', Dnell)
Yeah
Bitch, I do it for the trenches, I ain't like none of these niggas
I catch flights for a living, drop big ice on these niggas
Sell a hundred for the bail, now I'm for the bookbag
Five thousand for the glasses (Nigga, I can't look back)
Doin' donuts in the 'Vette, I just spinned that 'Cat
Hit the club totin' that bitch, nitro comin' out the back
Drop the top on that bitch and show these diamonds on my neck
I told her, "Baby, give me neck", said this dick was some respect
They used to say I sound like Eddies, now these niggas sound like me
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel? Boy, this shit confusing me
Bitch, I got it out the mud, I ain't have to bite nothin'
Bitch, this shit come off the dome, I ain't gotta write nothin'
Nigga ain't gon' shake nothin', nigga ain't gon' take nothin'
Two cars, four choppers, we'd let off eight hundred
Nigga, I just left Cali with some 'bows, ain't pay nothin'
Jocarelli puttin' the hoes out the pad that ain't fuckin'
Caught one to the back, nigga, I ain't feel nothin'
Go nowhere without my strap, nigga, I'ma kill somethin'
I can't speak for everybody, bitch, but I got real hundreds
I got big money, get-you-hit money
Made your bitch sit in the corner, told her, "Count this shit for me"
Organize the check for me, she know I'm the big homie
She been lookin' all her life, she ain't met a boss yet
Cool pull up in that black-on-black Porsche on offsets
Told the plug about the move to LA, so what's next?
He introduced me to the grower, now I'm pickin' out my packs
White bitch transporting, she be bringing in my racks
No, I'm lyin', bitch, I'm Don, everything I spit be facts
You be out West, bitch, you lyin', I ain't sent you out there yet
I told Matt I just touched down, bitch, I'm at the LAX
Pull up smellin' like a pound, hoppin' out the CLS
Tatay with me hittin' sales, we just left the CVS
My white kit cost a bale, everything VVS
.223 hit hit chests, nigga can't catch his breath
Landmine sittin' in my front yard, watch your step
'Fore a nigga try to run in my spot, he gon' blow up
Bro bro just caught an opp, we gon' pour up
This a celebration 'round this bitch, we 'bout to go up
Bitch sayin' she don't suck dick, she need to grow up
I need a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it 'til she throw up, uh (Ooh)
(Frontline shit)
(Good lookin', Dnell)
FastMoneyBoyz
(Good lookin', Dnell)
Yeah
Bitch, I do it for the trenches, I ain't like none of these niggas
I catch flights for a living, drop big ice on these niggas
Sell a hundred for the bail, now I'm for the bookbag
Five thousand for the glasses (Nigga, I can't look back)
Doin' donuts in the 'Vette, I just spinned that 'Cat
Hit the club totin' that bitch, nitro comin' out the back
Drop the top on that bitch and show these diamonds on my neck
I told her, "Baby, give me neck", said this dick was some respect
They used to say I sound like Eddies, now these niggas sound like me
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel? Boy, this shit confusing me
Bitch, I got it out the mud, I ain't have to bite nothin'
Bitch, this shit come off the dome, I ain't gotta write nothin'
Nigga ain't gon' shake nothin', nigga ain't gon' take nothin'
Two cars, four choppers, we'd let off eight hundred
Nigga, I just left Cali with some 'bows, ain't pay nothin'
Jocarelli puttin' the hoes out the pad that ain't fuckin'
Caught one to the back, nigga, I ain't feel nothin'
Go nowhere without my strap, nigga, I'ma kill somethin'
I can't speak for everybody, bitch, but I got real hundreds
I got big money, get-you-hit money
Made your bitch sit in the corner, told her, "Count this shit for me"
Organize the check for me, she know I'm the big homie
She been lookin' all her life, she ain't met a boss yet
Cool pull up in that black-on-black Porsche on offsets
Told the plug about the move to LA, so what's next?
He introduced me to the grower, now I'm pickin' out my packs
White bitch transporting, she be bringing in my racks
No, I'm lyin', bitch, I'm Don, everything I spit be facts
You be out West, bitch, you lyin', I ain't sent you out there yet
I told Matt I just touched down, bitch, I'm at the LAX
Pull up smellin' like a pound, hoppin' out the CLS
Tatay with me hittin' sales, we just left the CVS
My white kit cost a bale, everything VVS
.223 hit hit chests, nigga can't catch his breath
Landmine sittin' in my front yard, watch your step
'Fore a nigga try to run in my spot, he gon' blow up
Bro bro just caught an opp, we gon' pour up
This a celebration 'round this bitch, we 'bout to go up
Bitch sayin' she don't suck dick, she need to grow up
I need a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it 'til she throw up, uh (Ooh)
(Frontline shit)
(Good lookin', Dnell)
