Amber London - When We Ride lyrics

[Hook] All black when we ride n***as cannot f**in hide This that raider klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo mind If I'm lying then I'm dying Is you riding or is you dying Quit with all that faking b**h Is you trying or is you lying (3x) [Verse 1: Chris Travis] Smoked a thousand blunts Got a n***a feeling too straight With a bad b**h and I'm giving her that bukkake n***a f** you mean, I get a new b**h every tuesday Boy you n***as trippin, better tie up that shoelace Chris f**ing Travis, boy you ain't gotta like me I'm steezin on yo main b**h or better yet yo wifey No doubt that ima take her muthaf**a more than likely I slip back to my town and told that pretty b**h to skype me I ride around my town my n***a blowin on that chronic I hit the nearest mickey d's for my f**in munchies I'm laughing at you n***as cause yall so f**in funny b**h it's a dark day even when it's f**in sunny Shoutout to the Houston queen Amber f**in London I'm sliding rolling solo and that Pimp C b**h I'm bumpin I'm lighting kush blunts cause a n***a feeling grumpy While you texting yo b**h my n***a I hope you know she f**ing [Hook] All black when we ride n***as cannot f**in hide This that raider klan phonk, sinking deep inside yo mind If I'm lying then I'm dying Is you riding or is you dying Quit with all that faking b**h Is you trying or is you lying (2x) [Verse 2: Amber London] You ain't f**in with the realest, trillest, b**hes on the rise Grippin the wheel and poppin the pill We got to k** with no disguise n***as think it's all gravy but at stake with a f**in snake You can't escape, we keepin it real my n***a it ain't nothing fake I ain't dying, i ain't crying, no lying, ima ride b**h You side b**h, the only time you on top is when you ride dick You tried this, lil n***a shoe size, size 6 Smokin on exotic that narcotic make my eyes sit Don't act like you get it when you don't Cause yo wig they will split and then sit it on the trunk See them n***as ain't no punks See them n***as ain't no lames Switchin lanes but ain't no snitching b**h we come from different things See them hoes don't know no pain And I ain't never felt regret So I'm strapped, Mac and the Chrome and I'm aimed at yo neck Naw Amber ain't no k**er G But I can do you lyricliy Come f** with me I'll gladly take you b**hes where the spirits be You hearing me?