We catching deux on the run and hot tell em, "fix my cut." I was running hot. I call in, "best-dressed," wasn't best bet. 'we,' more then high. Border line, mortar; I, could of went death, we went immortalized. Record the track and the trap, ya plug getting corded now. How, we getting shorted out. Burn one. Obama runtz, smoking heavy clouds, trying to get the wording out.
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit [Verse 1: REASON] Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther Than a lot haters said that I could, became your father That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let's be honest I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home Stacks, been gettin' plenty, spittin' crack in inner cities Rap game, had to stick my foot in like eeny, meeny Miny, moe to you niggas, feel like the GOAT to you niggas Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo) [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Dance on my heels, mind business still Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear, ride for my tears, wait Die for my block, rise in that pot Lead to my opps, dead in that box, stones in my bop (Woo) God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah) How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?) Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh) Was back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy) Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby) Keep eatin', uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin' Yo, we feastin', ayy, nine years in it, it's still pink, and yo Let's go for ten, uh, belt's snuggy, he got them M's, huh? (Yeah) Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter) The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah) The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin' The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)
Ride with my block Ride with a Glock Oh shit I saw a cop I'll never stop No shit Mic finna drop I finish off Foes quick Nice with hip hop Rhyme with the gods Goat this Slide on the opps Ice on my watch Cold shit Time getting lost Time to get lost Go bitch Ride with the Glock Nine popping shots Pop shit Dime gotta bod Like Addison rae Tok tik 🔥🔥😁Lol
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This shit accurate asf wtf
Just looped the beginning
@@bunobeatz5737 nope not really
Lead to my opps dead in that box jumping out the big boy thing the gunsmoking.
@@kingg_shuffle3513 leave shells on that ass and I know it
@@kingg_shuffle3513 🎵🎵🎵 my nigga ✊🏿👍🏾🇯🇲
This track is legendary.
Kyle went nuts on this beat 😷
EMPAYAAAAAA
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Whats that bell sample at 0:23?
Do reason show stop
We catching deux on the run and hot tell em, "fix my cut." I was running hot. I call in, "best-dressed," wasn't best bet. 'we,' more then high. Border line, mortar; I, could of went death, we went immortalized. Record the track and the trap, ya plug getting corded now. How, we getting shorted out. Burn one. Obama runtz, smoking heavy clouds, trying to get the wording out.
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
[Verse 1: REASON]
Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith
Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets
James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther
Than a lot haters said that I could, became your father
That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits
Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let's be honest
I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis
Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole
Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home
Stacks, been gettin' plenty, spittin' crack in inner cities
Rap game, had to stick my foot in like eeny, meeny
Miny, moe to you niggas, feel like the GOAT to you niggas
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo)
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Dance on my heels, mind business still
Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear, ride for my tears, wait
Die for my block, rise in that pot
Lead to my opps, dead in that box, stones in my bop (Woo)
God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)
Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh)
Was back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy)
Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
Keep eatin', uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin'
Yo, we feastin', ayy, nine years in it, it's still pink, and yo
Let's go for ten, uh, belt's snuggy, he got them M's, huh? (Yeah)
Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin'
The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)
Ride with my block
Ride with a Glock
Oh shit
I saw a cop
I'll never stop
No shit
Mic finna drop
I finish off
Foes quick
Nice with hip hop
Rhyme with the gods
Goat this
Slide on the opps
Ice on my watch
Cold shit
Time getting lost
Time to get lost
Go bitch
Ride with the Glock
Nine popping shots
Pop shit
Dime gotta bod
Like Addison rae
Tok tik
🔥🔥😁Lol
😐😐😐😐
🙂💡🪙
What's your instagram
BPM?
@88T lol what you mean?
@88T lmfaooooooooo I can but I was being lazy. Can you tell me the bpm?
@88T do you know the difference between bars and bpm, bars have nothing to do with bpm
it’s 130, search on the internet if you ever want to find a songs bpm
@88T alright explain please i’d love to see you explain how they do