Ready To Ride lyrics
by Max B
Uh
Young Los
Gain Greene
Boss Don Bigavell
Mac Mustard
Let's go
[Hook]
Owww
I told ya don't come closer
I'm gon' rope ya dog you f*cking with a smoker
I'm ready to ride
You n*ggas think I'm pus*y
I dare you motherf*ckers to come and push me
I'm ready to die
I left the scene
n*ggas was swagger jacking on my di*k
Steady trying to ride my wave (Jim Jones)
Gain Greene ain't changed
n*gga it's Max and Mustard
Diamonds is clustered
We drive box way ey ey
[Verse 1 - Max B]
You need to just, hit me up
I can get that order for you
I can get them quarters to you
I can make that quota for you
I can make that water through you
Make a n*gga b*tch die slow
Got them sitting all uncomfortable
You know what this punk will do
Spin around the (?)
Just in case I ain't leaving no witness
I be sleeping with your b*tches
Tryin' to get creep with your b*tches
Send them numbers over 'fore I send them pumpers over
I'ma send them dumpers closer b*tch
Look at this team they grimey
Cops right behind me
Burning down a big spliff
Permit still suspended
f*ck it he won't learn ti'll he right back in that Bergen bed
Sick, no more chips
No more b*tches on my di*k
You don't want it with them boys that will pop your ass
Lots of stash, lots of cash, damn you
Only drink fifths of Grand Cru
Shower smoking bamboo
If there is no more his piece is white
Hit you with that forty-four
Make that b*tch go sleepy night
Bye
[Hook]
Owww
I told ya don't come closer
I'm gon' rope ya dog you f*cking with a smoker
I'm ready to ride
You n*ggas think I'm pus*y
I dare you motherf*ckers to come and push me
I'm ready to die
I left the scene
n*ggas was swagger jacking on my di*k
Steady trying to ride my wave (Jim Jones)
Gain Greene ain't changed
n*gga it's Max and Mustard
Diamonds is clustered
We drive box way ey ey
[Verse 2 - Mac Mustard]
Some n*ggas pump all day
And don't bring a dollar home
I don't break bricks
I break ribs and collarbones
Yeah I gotta home, but these streets I gotta roam
And I break a n*ggas jaw, even when I got the chrome
I'm, sick with the flow
Spit with a disease
And I'll give it to a n*gga like hepatitis B
The weapon under the teeth
Cause distant and spitting the second you n*ggas flee
Catch him stepping out his V
Ain't no spitting recklessly
I gotta a steady hand, I'm trying dead your man
n*ggas even Smith and Wesson me
n*ggas send me to the strip it's time to light it up
Max put Mustard on this sh*t it's time to spice it up
New edition to this Gain Greene infection
There's no protection, we closing in from all directions
With Smith and Wessons
No chase
Put a couple plates in your back
Put your face on your lap
Come out your face to the Mac
It's Gain Greene
[Hook]
Owww
I told ya don't come closer
I'm gon' rope ya dog you f*cking with a smoker
I'm ready to ride
You n*ggas think I'm pus*y
I dare you motherf*ckers to come and push me
I'm ready to die
I left the scene
n*ggas was swagger jacking on my di*k
Steady trying to ride my wave (Jim Jones)
Gain Greene ain't changed
n*gga it's Max and Mustard
Diamonds is clustered
We drive box way ey ey
[Verse 3 - Max B]
Yeah
Let me demonstrate what this cig will do
Rip you off a limb or two
Leaving you for dead
About to beat you off that bread
I'ma need it I ain't f*cking around
Bullets got you ducking down
Throwing up, heard your money coming but it's slowing up
Heard you going tough
Try to blackball, ain't heard
Nothing about that Sony deal
Benz's got them chromy wheels
Hop out let that pony peel
Homie real, f*cking fiends
She try to cop with those phony bills
Max came home no quarter mill
They scored enough
They ought to kill
b*tches need love, they on the pill
They bringing them in, we flying them out
Max want bread, need more than a mill
Need more then a deal
Need more then a fill
I just want to f*ck need more then a spill
n*gga need more than a spill
n*gga need more than a spill
[Hook]
Owww
I told ya don't come closer
I'm gon' rope ya dog you f*cking with a smoker
I'm ready to ride
You n*ggas think I'm pus*y
I dare you motherf*ckers to come and push me
I'm ready to die
I left the scene
n*ggas was swagger jacking on my di*k
Steady trying to ride my wave (Jim Jones)
Gain Greene ain't changed
n*gga it's Max and Mustard
Diamonds is clustered
We drive box way ey ey