Yung Wun - What You Ride For? lyrics

[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP! [Hook: Fiend] What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some b**hes that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some b**hes that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!) [Fiend] Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me Sleepy I'll f** all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a home Hustler k** on his momma, before he short me Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me(?) Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block Yes I issue more sh** for you to cop, then store it by the docks Hide the fun if you can't afford cops So ain't no tellin where your boy rots I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks Speak in fives - like gimme what you got And still pop a n***a a** from the rooftop And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and R f** with me you blow up with your car, light a 'gar [Yung Wun] How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'mma leave you gaseous (uh-huh) I'm a ghetto ba*tard if I want it let me have it (woo!) You play the game raw, I make a f**in mess (BLAOW!) You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (n***a) You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets Walkin next to your baby your baby momma - get your mind right shawty While you poppin that X, I'mma pop yo' chest And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet That's what happens when you flex In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life [Hook] - 2X [8Ball] Yeah I, lock sh** like a, big pimp n***a Eight mackin with no, fake sh** n***a Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique n***a Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss n***a Dirty money - the only way for this n***a Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich n***a If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch n***a We pimpin hard charge it all to a b**h n***a Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth n***a f**in with me is like, jumpin off a cliff n***a And I don't practice I was born with this gift n***a Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips n***a Sticky green takes my mind on a trip n***a In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps n***a We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips n***a One hundred baby - 8Ball gotta dip n***a [Jadakiss] Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, n***as I hate, face be on 'em That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch With the mac, servin n***as 8Balls and up You wanna know why n***as is broke, because they hate money The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties b**hes wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and If they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em This is for my South n***as Gold and platinum ice in they mouth n***as LET'S RIDE OUT ni**aZ Everybody gon' follow the b**hes Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches On the other hand, sh** is real low, it's a fact that Nine out of ten n***as mouths get 'em k**ed though What you ride for? What you die for? Cause I got some n***as and some b**hes that's my word that I k** for [Hook] - 2X