"Ridin Out" lyrics

Just ride out, purge, on the way
Yeah
I gave baby my word, in late October
Gave 'em three words, Nigga it's over
You love it how I mixed BIG, PAC, got HOVA
It's nothing just to switch up on a bitch bipolar
Welch's grape, let's talk about soda
I was hustling 8ths, I bubble up like cola
40 below, skelly bows and corona
He was dead for a week, his body smelled of an odor
When I met my bitch, told me I could mold her
Told her I could hold her
If she let me come over
EMG chief, I was never the soldier
I be up in these streets, too high to get over
I got a old phone with nothing but high rollers
Strippers that escort, party promoters
The music Messiah, I'm Ayatollah
I bought a big house without a college diploma

This ain't rap, that ain't music
Caught my first case, y'all ain't do it
Told about the purge, y'all ain't doing shit
Baby ride my wave, body covered in scuba
P2 get me lit
Fuck with me if you choose to
EMG is the shit, all you need is a booster
You heard them niggas shit, they ain't movin'
Left 'em sitting stiff, they ain't movin'
They gave me seven five, they ain't notice
I got it to a dub, game over
And all the Spanish floods
Kept a Pocket full of drugs
They loaded