Waka Flocka Flame - Ride Wit My n***az lyrics

[Intro: Cartel MGM] Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Ride till I die, ride till I die Ride till I die, ride till I die Ride till I die, ride till I die Ride till I die, ride till I die [Hook: Cartel MGM] Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes [Verse 1: Cartel MGM] Cruising with my n***as, Psycho, tell them to get the nine Pull the tool out and show them how to do a drive-by Yeah, I'm from the A where n***as spray Keep talking, boy, if you wanna die today Trap so hot, but my n***as still serving Deep in the game, so I never stop working Forever move bales, forever bust bricks Forever k** a n***a if he ever talking sh** [Hook: Cartel MGM] Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes [Verse 2: Kinto] f** that sh**, man, I'm 'bout to bust this n***a Chopper, nine millimeter, squad full of real k**ers Give a f** what you think, man, I'm f**ing brain dead [?], Zone 3 on deck Riding in the '57, .45 and the Tec Drug load from Mexico, n***a got it for the low Catch me in the club, getting crunk, yo, busting heads Catch that n***a outside, bust that n***a full of lead [Hook: Cartel MGM] Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Pistol whip a n***a, damn near bust his eye Shoot his a** up, make his whole family cry Pull a casket, you dumba** ba*tards It's like elastic, how I make the kush stretch Buzz bigger than Drake, rap n***as is fake I'ma keep getting cake while they player hate My momma said be cool, but the n***a on fire Rolling and I'm high, what's the n***a on the liquor? Flocka!