Phonte - Something 2 Ride 2 lyrics

[Break] This is a little something to ride to Kick back and just catch a vibe to I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you [Verse 1] I got the flyest arsenal Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal I'm ape with sh**, I'm on my gorilla thing-thing Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team We chop off heads, pop off lead If it pops off, we spending that rock star bread We doing numbers like the box office n***a you ain't tryna box, then stop talking I got n***as from Watts to Boston From New York to the Chi to Austin So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya That belongs to them k**ers that's gon' ride up on ya Bong, it's gasoline in my tongue Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs Trigger on my index finger Handle in my palm is ringing my animal alarm My mind is on Hannibal Lec, demand the respect I'm taking your life 'less you hand me a check [Hook: Phonte] I've been around, seen some things, s**ed a lot of girls I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinking it's my world [Bridge] I got my finger on the pulse of this music sh**, I'm the truest Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything That's coming through this dick [Verse 2] Reignin King of the boom bap Bomb strapped to my chest askin "Where ya goons at?" I'm old school like a StarTac On a voyage like Star Trek, me unemployed is far fetched I'm hot, I got corduroy flow You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show I book n***as for shows and put n***as in comas So I hope that you n***as is roamers Cause my n***as is Ryders like Winona But we just tryna have a good time like Willona I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out Like a stoner as far away as Estonia I'm a s**er for a good s**ing, so tell ya b**h That's it's best if she investing with this good lucking Mami, would you rather fly over n***as heads? Or keep your a** in the hood ducking? [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3] Pardon my French, talk English Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers That's why Preme is the head, not king My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing Street Hop is a culture, I rock with the vultures To make bread with the opposite toaster I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickening And my neckless is glistening, it's expensive So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes Cause my pencil is priceless So what you running for? n***a I'm coming for you If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore True and I'm lawless packing I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket Whoa, after "Boom," this afternoon It's night-night, when me and Preme come back for more [Hook + Bridge + Break]