"Ride Out" lyrics
[Quilly Millz:]
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
Number one challenger hit him with the calibur
Fuck your son give him 31 like the calender
12 months in a year 365
Quilly fell off naw Quill on his job
Yeah yeah guess who stepped in
Cruisin through the city with the deadliest weapon
Ratchet on my lap got a license to kill
We'll clap but these niggas more likely to squeal
That's real rap niggas droppin them names
Only time I'm going to court is if I'm watching the game
If not at the range tryna increase the homi count
Nigga watch how I aim shotty make your body bounce
My niggas hungry as shit hell of an appetite
Give me the chop I'm on his ass if he ain't actin right
I'm on the roof man this niggas getting clapped tonight
Clearin all the static with matics call me the satellite
See the target I ain't talking bout the store
Man I'm talkin bout the target when I'm sparking at your boy
I told him money on my mind money money on my mind
From the block to the booth I need money all the time
Money over bitches tell em bitches never mind
I'll see you when I see you when you see me I'm reclined
Bullets to the spine break him down to particles
I guess he wanted to shine now he an article
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
[Meek:]
Now how you say I ain't hot I got 36 flows
And my Glock like a brick it'll give you 36 O's
Oh I walk with a dirty pimp stroll
I'm young but I spit it like I'm 30 years old
Flows I flip em and I switch em like whoa
Bound to hit me in the town I get around like disc globe
I'm a boss man, I get it and I whip it till it's hard, and
You need it I can get it for you all, tan
That butter had them f-fiending like aw, man
Let me get another rock
Shit it look similar to Thriller when I set up shop
I had them junkies moonwalking up and down the block
Fuck is you talking we make bargains all around the clock
I got that green and white that purple shit around the block
And when that sun fall you might hear the sound of shots
Guns bustin medics rushing and the sound of cops
With piff puffing lean sipping double G we pop
High as a motherfucker tryna reach the top
Northside bitch nigga
Southsider weirdo
West Philly wannabe
Southwest is scared ho
NH you been fake far back as years go
Coming out your lips talking all that your head go
Off with that you'll get the staples no Office Max
Boys turn you into a target I'm marching that
Talking about "I get a pack"
Nigga picture that
We get it by the slab nigga where you living at
We ain't into that, I got that mini mac
Toolie loud throw them deuces wild like it's pitty pat
[Quilly Millz:]
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
[Joey Jihad:]
See why they hating on me and I ain't hating on them
I'm just a thousandaire chasing an M (I'm gettin money nigga)
And all this hating that they doing it just making me spend
They mean mugging and it's making me grin (c-check it)
See you don't get it how I get it you ain't thinkin how I'm thinkin
You ain't sipping on drinking what I'm drinkin
You don't shine in that lime you ain't blingin how I'm blinging
You figure I be bitching you be stankin like a Lincoln
Bitches tryna feel on me got Joe thinking
Niggas try to steal on me they got Joe aiming
On a mission in that kitchen when I fry cocaine
It make it rise up off that water like it hydroplaning
How can I explain it, damn I'm the man with coke you scrambling like Randall Folk
You don't understand that coke
I be on the grind mines look like little cantaloupes
I got the fiends jumping for joy like Earl Manigault
Blazin on that track blazin with that gat
When it's quaking you be aching like Aikman when he sacked
You be reaching for the deacon while you land on your back
I'm raiding with two nines you gon think it's Warran Sapp
Call me million dollar had, got a lot of hoes and they really got it bad
They call me million dollar had, got a lot of hoes and they really got it bad
I'm filling them with gas
Haddy I'm in the zone I'm guzzling hip patron
I'm buzzin these niggas drawn
And I'm just getting warm
War I'ma bring it to them that's what the name mean
Whores they be clinging to him blame it on the game b
Probably how I'm leaning on them think the money changed me
Player you a hater you just hating cause you ain't me
Hatin cause you can't be haters wanna flame me
I'm the big picture so these haters wanna frame me
Ladies wanna claim me I'm so dope
You can poke me where you veins be
I got bitches nigga got a little nice jawn
Got a little mean jawn
Got a bugaboo she'll colorful Miskeen jawn
Got a Go Getta she a flow spitta dream on
She a gold digga she'll fuck you till the cream gone
I move a lot of yao I move it by the pile
Look it's something large I see it small like Shallow Hal
I be making crack flip whip it bag it
I can show you how to get a strip established
Get that cabbage to get that bad bitch
Puff puff give a girl licked and pass it
Haddy got a bad bitch she can make her ass kiss
She bust so much I gotta flip the mattress
Say it's in her ribs when I hit it backwards
Ladies claiming the kid like it's income taxes
My man CS he hit me with a point and say run with that
What I do took it to the block brought numbers back
Where it move, on my block hotter than the summer black
See I can show you how to run the trap
Trap while you was grinding bundles scrap
Haddy was a stuntin cat
I was rocking Coogis when Biggie had a lumberjack
Yeah I was selling grams had my youngins selling tan
Kinda like the Elephant Man before he thunder clapped
I ain't going nowhere nigga
You know what it is
I see you with my heater
Real rap
I ain't even talkin no more
Gettas!
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
Number one challenger hit him with the calibur
Fuck your son give him 31 like the calender
12 months in a year 365
Quilly fell off naw Quill on his job
Yeah yeah guess who stepped in
Cruisin through the city with the deadliest weapon
Ratchet on my lap got a license to kill
We'll clap but these niggas more likely to squeal
That's real rap niggas droppin them names
Only time I'm going to court is if I'm watching the game
If not at the range tryna increase the homi count
Nigga watch how I aim shotty make your body bounce
My niggas hungry as shit hell of an appetite
Give me the chop I'm on his ass if he ain't actin right
I'm on the roof man this niggas getting clapped tonight
Clearin all the static with matics call me the satellite
See the target I ain't talking bout the store
Man I'm talkin bout the target when I'm sparking at your boy
I told him money on my mind money money on my mind
From the block to the booth I need money all the time
Money over bitches tell em bitches never mind
I'll see you when I see you when you see me I'm reclined
Bullets to the spine break him down to particles
I guess he wanted to shine now he an article
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
[Meek:]
Now how you say I ain't hot I got 36 flows
And my Glock like a brick it'll give you 36 O's
Oh I walk with a dirty pimp stroll
I'm young but I spit it like I'm 30 years old
Flows I flip em and I switch em like whoa
Bound to hit me in the town I get around like disc globe
I'm a boss man, I get it and I whip it till it's hard, and
You need it I can get it for you all, tan
That butter had them f-fiending like aw, man
Let me get another rock
Shit it look similar to Thriller when I set up shop
I had them junkies moonwalking up and down the block
Fuck is you talking we make bargains all around the clock
I got that green and white that purple shit around the block
And when that sun fall you might hear the sound of shots
Guns bustin medics rushing and the sound of cops
With piff puffing lean sipping double G we pop
High as a motherfucker tryna reach the top
Northside bitch nigga
Southsider weirdo
West Philly wannabe
Southwest is scared ho
NH you been fake far back as years go
Coming out your lips talking all that your head go
Off with that you'll get the staples no Office Max
Boys turn you into a target I'm marching that
Talking about "I get a pack"
Nigga picture that
We get it by the slab nigga where you living at
We ain't into that, I got that mini mac
Toolie loud throw them deuces wild like it's pitty pat
[Quilly Millz:]
Bandana on my face heater on my waist
Nigga ready to ride out
Turn up the music in the Buick
You point it you better shoot it
My niggas ride out, my niggas ride out
[Joey Jihad:]
See why they hating on me and I ain't hating on them
I'm just a thousandaire chasing an M (I'm gettin money nigga)
And all this hating that they doing it just making me spend
They mean mugging and it's making me grin (c-check it)
See you don't get it how I get it you ain't thinkin how I'm thinkin
You ain't sipping on drinking what I'm drinkin
You don't shine in that lime you ain't blingin how I'm blinging
You figure I be bitching you be stankin like a Lincoln
Bitches tryna feel on me got Joe thinking
Niggas try to steal on me they got Joe aiming
On a mission in that kitchen when I fry cocaine
It make it rise up off that water like it hydroplaning
How can I explain it, damn I'm the man with coke you scrambling like Randall Folk
You don't understand that coke
I be on the grind mines look like little cantaloupes
I got the fiends jumping for joy like Earl Manigault
Blazin on that track blazin with that gat
When it's quaking you be aching like Aikman when he sacked
You be reaching for the deacon while you land on your back
I'm raiding with two nines you gon think it's Warran Sapp
Call me million dollar had, got a lot of hoes and they really got it bad
They call me million dollar had, got a lot of hoes and they really got it bad
I'm filling them with gas
Haddy I'm in the zone I'm guzzling hip patron
I'm buzzin these niggas drawn
And I'm just getting warm
War I'ma bring it to them that's what the name mean
Whores they be clinging to him blame it on the game b
Probably how I'm leaning on them think the money changed me
Player you a hater you just hating cause you ain't me
Hatin cause you can't be haters wanna flame me
I'm the big picture so these haters wanna frame me
Ladies wanna claim me I'm so dope
You can poke me where you veins be
I got bitches nigga got a little nice jawn
Got a little mean jawn
Got a bugaboo she'll colorful Miskeen jawn
Got a Go Getta she a flow spitta dream on
She a gold digga she'll fuck you till the cream gone
I move a lot of yao I move it by the pile
Look it's something large I see it small like Shallow Hal
I be making crack flip whip it bag it
I can show you how to get a strip established
Get that cabbage to get that bad bitch
Puff puff give a girl licked and pass it
Haddy got a bad bitch she can make her ass kiss
She bust so much I gotta flip the mattress
Say it's in her ribs when I hit it backwards
Ladies claiming the kid like it's income taxes
My man CS he hit me with a point and say run with that
What I do took it to the block brought numbers back
Where it move, on my block hotter than the summer black
See I can show you how to run the trap
Trap while you was grinding bundles scrap
Haddy was a stuntin cat
I was rocking Coogis when Biggie had a lumberjack
Yeah I was selling grams had my youngins selling tan
Kinda like the Elephant Man before he thunder clapped
I ain't going nowhere nigga
You know what it is
I see you with my heater
Real rap
I ain't even talkin no more
Gettas!
