I’ma Ride lyrics

[Intro: Ca$his]
Yeah
It's King Ca$his
Yeah
My homeboy problem, what up, G?
Hella fly, never die, got these n*ggas mad at me
Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly (Bullets fly, bullets fly)

[Verse 1: Ca$his]
Burn out, turn out the track in the dope house
It's sittin' in my rearview, clear view, I steered through
'Cause n*ggas over here, way realer than they appear, too
Hit some little kids, this is enough to kill you
'Cause I know the value of a hundred dollar bill, dude
Put it on your head forever, 'til it mildew
Body shots to the body, rah, it'll still do
That b*tch jam, pop it, I'll let it rot, it’ll still shoot
n*gga say he gon’ kill you? Tell me what you will do
I'ma pop in broad day while channel five film, cool
Certified real dude, paint a picture, let it ride
Forty-five, grip ’em right, I ain't f*ckin' with ya
It's a new day, gimme your b*tch, I’m the new Uday
Live life like ain't no n*gga gonna shoot me
Fear none 'til it's doomsday, I get my uzi fully, who rang?
Tough talkin' 'til I show 'em you a pus*y, it's the bootleg
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Hella fly, never die, got these n*ggas mad at me
Bet I'm high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be

[Verse 2: Problem]
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Four zips in the whip get burnt up
Four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique
Click-boom, you gon' get murdered, swaggin'
Fully auto action for everybody that's askin'
The MAC rippin' you flacid, now that sh*t was classic
Now turn up, turn up, turn up
Four bricks in the whip I'm servin'
Your b*tch in the whip, not to blow my di*k
But to hold my bricks while I get my chips
I'm on six hundred
Four-fifty on the kit, let 'em load my wrist
And the opp-ers get murdered
Yeah, the opp-ers get murdered
Os on my clothes, got a stack of 5-0s
Through lines on my squirr, get served
Now go and get courage
I'll pop two Percs and it's curtains
I hope you have insurance
Don't want your mama to get no burden
Since you was sellin' birds, b*tch
I hope that it was workin'
And one thing that's for certain
Ain't no perpin' when workin'
And I just got me ten squirrs
I guess suppliers and workers
I stunt on n*ggas who hatin'
So pull your skirt up and skirt 'em
And I'm one of the realest n*ggas you not gonna murder
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Hella fly, never die, got these n*ggas mad at me
Bet I'm high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be
Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
I'ma ride 'til I die, man, that's how it gotta be