Ride Wit Da Fye PT. 2 (feat. YBN Nahmir) - Lil Gnar

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

Blueface, baby (Low the Great) Yeah, aight It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Cállate, Mike Crook) It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh) It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh) Yeah, aight, this MAC spittin' loogies Famous Crip, gotta keep two dicks in my Trueys (Scoop) Never lackin', you niggas naked like a hoochie (Never lackin') I keep a dick for a Glock and a groupie (Two dicks) Niggas want beef, I leave more shells than Lucy (Ooh) It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Two dicks) My Glock hate niggas in hoodies, George Zimmerman You reach, this Glock teach lessons Like a punishment, finish him (Yeah) MC Hammer on me, make him do the Running Man (Running Man) Rich Crip, still slide with a hundred bands (Hundred bands, scoop) Bitch, I'm really up (I'm really up) I'm not crazy, baby, I just don't give a fuck It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh) It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh) Yup, these niggas know what time it is .40 on me, if you wanna trip, I'm gon' use it Stop playin', I'm on the bullshit with my opposition Pull up, spark somethin', man down, ain't no competition Big arms on me, up the blower if you get to walkin' down Took him back to preschool, they done chalked him out Ain't no gun stuffed in his MCM backpack Bitches be ducks, I had to call my nigga Aflac Flocked some houses with my niggas, then I came up Outside gettin' the dough, you better keep your chain tucked I'm probably posted in your set, trippin' with my lil' cuz Leave a pussy in the sky when I really let that thing bust It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh) It's hard to dance with two dicks, bitch, I boogie (Bitch, I boogie) Let a nigga trip, I go man into boogie (Boogie) All black hoodie, Glock sing like A Boogie (Like A Boogie) Big MAC, boy, this bitch spittin' loogies (Ooh)

Say I was broke, now that lil' boy up now All the girls, they gon' flock when I touch down (Gang) Flip guns, so I'm gettin' hella bucks now No 'lil Jeep but this watch got me bussed down Two cups, I pass it to my lil' bro I'm the plug so a nigga got two phones I got clout, so it's meadow I can't move wrong I made my time, lil' bitch, it's been too long Ayy, baby bring it back for a real peep I ain't ever run from shit, I'ma real G (On my momma) Say this rapper shit gon' work, and it saved me (Gang) Got the .40 in my bubble like I'm JAY-Z (Graa-bow-bow-bow-bow) Say I'm smooth, but I bounce out real quick (Real quick, ayy) A nigga play with me, he catch two clips (Gang) Ayy, Dani in the cut, she say "Hi Bich" (She say "Hi Bich") If you talkin' to the feds you gon' die, bitch (Gang) That's on my momma, on my momma, like I'm TO (Like I'm TO) I'm the man with them bands, I got big rolls (Gang) And I'm still screamin' free my nigga, Cheeso (Free my niggas) I'ma scream until they let my nigga leave home Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Yeah we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass We gon' hop out and spaz We gon' hop out and spaz nigga (Ayy) They said I only get 15 and then I'm over (Still here bitch!) It's been a year and a half, and bitch, I'm still goin' It's been a mill and a half, and I'm still blowin' (Goin') Got a guard on my left, but I'm still towin' Never been a bitch (No!) Will never be no snitch (Never!) If I don't like a bitch, she better duck and dip (Bye bitch!) On probation but I'm still 'bout dat life ('Bout dat shit) Left that Uzi but I still got dat knife (I'll cut a bitch) Stevie Wonder I got bitches on sight (They on sight) Wanna pic just to boost up your likes (You want some clout bitch) You can't read, tellin' me I don't write Call Nahmir, he gon' end your whole life (Bitch I'm done) Run it up, run it up, run that check up lil' bitch Count it up, count it up count yo checks up lil' bitch Hunnids up bet you won't I said "Fuck you lil' bitch, Fuck you lil' bitch ayy" (Fuck you lil' bitch ayy) Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Say we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clique on yo ass Whole clique on yo ass (Yo ass) Bitch we hop out and spaz (Hop out and spaz) We gon' hop out and spaz lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)

Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, huh I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy And I'm still poppin' these percs Lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freak enough, ayy Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Yeah, ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah She wanna stay the week I make her leave now, ayy Get higher, yeah, on the West side, yeah All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here I put some money off to the side, yeah Take a ride with me, yeah Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy) (Grra!) One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip But I would rather take a life before my my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama) So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' I was cooling out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money

Damn, stupid dummy I love some doughties (damn) Told 'em to let me in bitch I got trophies (yeah) Call me broski (no) Give your ass that Kobe you tryna backdoor me (Bang bang bang) Skokie (Skokie) Bitch I'm from the Southside I ain't from Skokie Call me Smokey We ready if the opps think they can smoke me These bitches dirty Where I'm from, you get a pistol by dirt cheap A McFlurry Bitch my fuckin' wrist are McFlurry Like a jersey We'll leave your t-shirt like a jersey (on god) Did ya heard me (Bang bang bang uh huh) 4EB (Fff beep, what) I just-I just got some brand new money (damn yeah) I just-I just blew some bands on onix (bands on onix) I just took the stand and lied to your honor (On god, Sos' baby) She gon' come to crib and give me that body (damn) I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (brrr) I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck your Honda (Ayy, skrt skrt skrt) Don't look like a doctor, he be medicated (Un un meds) I need my money now, I ain't got no patience Blicky hit his chin like Monkey Pox, it get messy (Sos' baby) I get work from Mexico, I'm plugged with the Essay Caught that boy slippin' with the LED like a X-ray (X-ray) Got your bitch squirtin' while she ridin' like a jetski (I got jet') I feel like I'm Chief Keef in 2012 (Bang bang) All these bitches say they love me, I pour Wocky by myself I just want some sloppy, told the thotty keep her pants on Gave my youngin 20, told him slide with the shies on (grrr) Grown ass man, paid the bills, I keep the lights on (damn) She keep extra sticky, FN blicky with the sites on G-I-A, certified don't do wrong stones (damn) B-I-G, Big Guap, know I handle big Half a million on a car, these shoes, I done got Nike pairs (I did) I done put the east side on my belt, they fuckin' love the kid I run up these commas out the mall just like a clit (what?) With my granny, God done broke my heart, I told her to "Piss" (swag) Short thick purple hair bitch, call her Wockiana Only time I cheat on her is when I'm with my Glockiana (bang-bang-bang) Slide on some Ox then it be, I'm finna pop a new bean Chop' on the top, I'm finna ride, call it get Drove on some zoes, South side city talkin' 'bout "Not Mule" Throw yo bags (throw), came from France talkin' 'bout my Mon Chéri I don't care, ain't talkin' 'bout money, I'ma deaf man I just got a chain and a whip, I'm like "Fuck the clan" (beep) I just-I just got some brand new money (some brand new money) I just-I just blew some bands and onix (I just-I just) I just took the stand and I took your honor (on god) She gon' come to crib and give me that body (damn) I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (bang, bang) I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck your Honda (grah) Don't look like a doctor, he be medicated (yeah) I need my money now, I ain't got no patience Bang, bang, bang

See the baby bop, bop Whoo! Bąbelki, szampan i kubki (pow, pow) Kleją się typy, są ze mną dupki (grrr, pow, pow) Nie piję piwka, nie piję wódki (bleh) Fagata to idolka Twojej córki (hehe) Ja jestem nasty — Ty jesteś FuzeTea (bleh) Typ to mnie kręci jak ma dużo gotówki (Cash, cash) Hejtują szmaty, a ja bez wczutki (kurwy) I tak trzęsą dupą do mojej nutki Fuck on my opp, them niggas is goofy (Phew) put 'em in grab, or put 'em in Lucy If I got 'em blue, hundreds like I'm tookie I don't know how much I spent on the juicy I need a hood rat bitch, suki (suki) Playin' with Fagata, we get the tooly I tryna spend some of my jewel (oh) I went ten chains, Rick The Ruler Moje pieniądze są większe niż one (pow, pow) Duże jakby by były domem (haha) Mój chłopak rucha mnie długo (aha) A-a Twój spuszcza się w moment W końcu w życiu liczą się tylko chwile Czy chcę się ruchać, pytają co chwilę On mówi, że zrobiłby dla mnie wszystko (co?!) Nawet zostawił dziewczynę I co tam, suki? Co tam mówicie? Tutaj z góry Was nie słyszę! Haha! Whoo! Bąbelki, szampan i kubki (pow, pow) Kleją się typy, są ze mną dupki (grrr, pow, pow) Nie piję piwka, nie piję wódki (bleh) Fagata to idolka Twojej córki (hehe) Ja jestem nasty — Ty jesteś FuzeTea (bleh) Typ to mnie kręci jak ma dużo gotówki (cash, cash) Hejtują szmaty, a ja bez wczutki (kurwy) I tak trzęsą dupą do mojej nutki Fuck on my opp, them niggas is goofy (Phew) put 'em in grab, or put 'em in Lucy If I got 'em blue, hundreds like I'm tookie I don't know how much I spent on the juicy I need a hood rat bitch, suki (suki) Playin' with Fagata, we get the tooly I tryna spend some of my jewel (oh) I went ten chains, Rick The Ruler Yo, I can't play with these niggas, I'm skirting the track while I'm smokin' on petrol (skrrrt) I fell in love wit' the way that she walking, she talking, she better her hair long (hair long) Pop in your block with the Drake, and I'm beating my chill like I'm mufuckin' King Kong I been done mixin' the drug wit' the money, I'm thinking, my mufuckin' mind gone (mind gone) I was just taking a nap on a jet, the Rollie keep switchin' the timezone (switchin' the timezone) I don't care if it's purple or pink, I'm drinking up out of the Sprite hole (out of the Sprite hole) I might get high, but I fell out the tree, chilling like I'm mufuckin' pine cone (mufuckin' pine cone) Shawty – her bad and she thick I hit from the back, and her mufuckin' spine gone Whoo! Bąbelki, szampan i kubki (pow, pow) Kleją się typy, są ze mną dupki (grrr, pow, pow) Nie piję piwka, nie piję wódki (bleh) Fagata to idolka Twojej córki (hehe) Ja jestem nasty — Ty jesteś FuzeTea (bleh) Typ to mnie kręci jak ma dużo gotówki (cash, cash) Hejtują szmaty, a ja bez wczutki (kurwy) I tak trzęsą dupą do mojej nutki Fuck on my opp, them niggas is goofy (Phew) put 'em in grab, or put 'em in Lucy If I got 'em blue, hundreds like I'm tookie I don't know how much I spent on the juicy I need a hood rat bitch, suki (suki) Playin' with Fagata, we get the tooly I tryna spend some of my jewel I went ten chains, Rick The Ruler