[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?