Ride Out

Haters approach but they DOA`d<br>Try next week we ain`t with it today<br>It ain`t my fault you got no money<br>You need to go get you some, won`t make me none<br>I hit hard like a slam drum<br>Slum and slang with a ton of games<br>Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in<br>Fake friends trying to blend in<br>It tend to get on my nerves<br>My circles get `sturbed<br>Split a check firt a real man Chula furs<br>Try to make it home but he struck on third<br>Me fall off? No sir<br>Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash<br>Snap back quick when It comes to cash<br>That`s when them niggas start watching ya ass<br>But I make `em dizzy you like who is it<br><br>Chorus:2xs<br>[Jim Crow]<br>The backstabbers keep an eye out<br>You better watch out, before they find out<br>Where you hide out, deep down south<br>Shorty ride out, before ya time out<br><br>[Cha Cha]<br>How many niggas you know down and crazy<br>Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y`all<br>To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes<br>And how close we are lately, that`s why I don`t like broads<br>Either you chickens like all in the business<br>Asking y`all who did it, them inquiring type broads<br>Intimidated cause I could be the misses<br>But I`m like a little sister and I`m tired of liking y`all<br>I only ride shot gun cause it`s rightful<br>Make her hope in the back just to be fightful<br>Just because I know it`s tight when my eyes closed<br>Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though<br>Both times I co-signed the whole nine<br>Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind<br>Know I`m, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy<br>Off the top and many, pop them any<br>And the Crow out to get him<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>What`s it`s gone be is you and me<br>We in the middle of the streets, it`s midnight<br>You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right<br>But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind<br>And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind<br>And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga<br>Fuck up my foes and enemies, I`m bout to hit a nigga<br>Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?<br>Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor<br>Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain`t shorty<br>Damn what you keep money for?<br>In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)<br>Well I can`t doubt it, might as well forget about it<br>Lot of folk talk I`m talking shit about him<br>Jack move, get up out it<br>When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it<br>Mama said attend college<br>Make it big, my friends doubt it<br>In 5 years I`m gone buy myself about 10 houses<br>Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time<br>Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine<br>Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime<br>Oww, I`m so fresh like a shoe shine<br>I ain`t lying<br><br>Chorus: