Ride Wit My n*ggaz lyrics

[Intro: Cartel MGM]
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die

[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches

[Verse 1: Cartel MGM]
Cruising with my n*ggas, Psycho, tell them to get the nine
Pull the tool out and show them how to do a drive-by
Yeah, I'm from the A where n*ggas spray
Keep talking, boy, if you wanna die today
Trap so hot, but my n*ggas still serving
Deep in the game, so I never stop working
Forever move bales, forever bust bricks
Forever kill a n*gga if he ever talking sh*t
[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches

[Verse 2: Kinto]
f*ck that sh*t, man, I'm 'bout to bust this n*gga
Chopper, nine millimeter, squad full of real killers
Give a f*ck what you think, man, I'm f*cking brain dead
[?], Zone 3 on deck
Riding in the '57, .45 and the Tec
Drug load from Mexico, n*gga got it for the low
Catch me in the club, getting crunk, yo, busting heads
Catch that n*gga outside, bust that n*gga full of lead

[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Ride with my n*ggas till I die, till I die
My n*gga got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
Bust on them n*ggas, bust on them b*tches
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pistol whip a n*gga, damn near bust his eye
Shoot his ass up, make his whole family cry
Pull a casket, you dumbass bast*rds
It's like elastic, how I make the kush stretch
Buzz bigger than Drake, rap n*ggas is fake
I'ma keep getting cake while they player hate
My momma said be cool, but the n*gga on fire
Rolling and I'm high, what's the n*gga on the liquor?
Flocka!