Relax Rekords - Joy Ride lyrics

[Produced by The Bank Boy] [Verse 1: ] I had to hustle go get it, he need a front boy forget it Only 100's and 50's, they selling d** off of credit I only want me a quickie, baby girl call when you ready I style my goons in designer, run up on you in just 7's I ride around with my glizzy, I got that sh** from young heavy Brought down south straight up to DC, that money fall like confetti I hit a lick on my plug when he started acting petty He thought J $tash was a jugg, I already got a V20 Baby when I hit you with that Gucci that Louie, Prada, and Fendi Now catch me in that exclusive Balenciaga with Danny Got on some Balmain jeans, strapped up with that semi I'm pulling out them racks my bank account got plenty f** beef I'm ready, I'm eating p**y spaghetti AR15 or probably use this machete Put a bullet in your head now your a** got you a headache I won't stop shooting 'til your dead I hope you n***as is ready [Hook x2: ] I ride with mine Get high with my Do homicides with my Mu mu motherf**ing n***as [Verse 2: ] Rich a** n***a with a mouth full of gold Little b**h a** n***a you ain't getting no hoes You ain't smoking no dope, you ain't sipping no 4 Don't act like you be stunting you ain't getting no show Hold up I'm loading a 4 If I bust down the trigger then n***a he gone Better leave me alone leave your brains on the floor I be all in your home geeked up off that good coke Back in the dope got them halves for the low If you need anything else give me 3 get a whole I'm a be in the trap I'll serve you a whole For the green I be snapping Iceberg I be cold Rocking blood diamonds Sierra Leone For that money keep calling I got me 2 phones b**hes they love me I bring them to f** I'm a south Florida n***a no foreign just Donks [Hook x2: ] I ride with mine Get high with my Do homicides with my Mu mu motherf**ing n***as