When We Ride lyrics

[Hook]
All black when we ride, n*ggas cannot f*ckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', b*tch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n*ggas cannot f*ckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', b*tch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n*ggas cannot f*ckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', b*tch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Smoked a thousand blunts
Got a n*gga feelin' too straight
With a bad b*tch, and I'm givin' her that bukkake
n*gga, f*ck you mean? I get a new b*tch every Tuesday
Boy, you n*ggas trippin', better tie up that shoelace
Chris f*ckin' Travis, boy, you ain't gotta like me
I'm steezin' on yo main b*tch, or better yet, yo wifey
No doubt that I'ma take her, muthaf*cka, more than likely
I slip back to my town and told that pretty b*tch to Skype me
I ride around my town, my n*gga, blowin' on that chronic
I hit the nearest Mickey D's for my f*ckin' munchies
I'm laughin' at you n*ggas, 'cause y'all so f*ckin' funny
b*tch, it's a dark day, even when it's f*ckin' sunny
Shoutout to the Houston queen, Amber f*ckin London
I'm slidin', rollin' solo and that Pimp C, b*tch, I'm bumpin'
I'm lightin' kush blunts, 'cause a n*gga feelin' grumpy
While you textin' yo b*tch, my n*gga, I hope you know she f*ckin'
[Hook]
All black when we ride, n*ggas cannot f*ckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', b*tch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?
All black when we ride, n*ggas cannot f*ckin' hide
This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'
Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?
Quit with all that fakin', b*tch
Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 2: Amber London]
You ain't f*ckin' with the realest, trillest b*tches on the rise
Grippin' the wheel, and poppin' the pill
We got to kill with no disguise
n*ggas think it's all gravy, where they stake to the f*ckin' snake
You can't escape, we keepin' it real, my n*gga, it ain't nothin' fake
I ain't dyin', I ain't cryin', no lyin', I'ma ride, b*tch
You side b*tch, the only time you on top is when you ride di*k
You tryin' this, lil n*gga, shoe size, size 6
Smokin' on exotic, that narcotic make my eyes stick
Don't act like you get it when you don't
'Cause yo wig, they will split it, and then sit it on the trunk
See them n*ggas ain't no punks
See them n*ggas ain't no lames
Switchin' lanes but ain't no snitchin'
b*tch, we come from different things
See them hoes don't know no pain
I ain't never felt regret
So, I'm strappin', mackin' the Chrome
And I'm aimed at yo neck
Naw, Amber ain't no killer, G
But I can do you lyrically
Come f*ck with me
I'll gladly take you b*tches where the spirits be
You hearin' me?