Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Ride (Video)

Lyrics to “Ride” performed by Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah, yeah, stunna man
38 baby, you know
From the bayou, you know
Just on some OG original s**t
Original hot boy type s**t
Project life, you know

Ayy, baby tell me, would you ride for a n**ga
I remember seein’ a little homie got hit up
Baby tell me, would you die for a n**ga
Best believe we gon’ hit somethin’ up
I’ma slide for my n**gas
You know, on my life, I’ma slide for my n**gas
Started with six, ended with five, and hot boy the one still alive
I’ma ride for my n**gas, on my soul, I’ma ride for my n**gas
S**t real out here, boy

You know, bunch of young n**gas wylin’ tryna get money
‘Til we decided we was gon’ get money, got money
Ain’t give a f**k about nothin’
Better you than me, that’s how I was taught
This on some G s**t, blood

Baby tell me, would you ride for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you ride for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you die for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you die for a n**ga
Baby, come and take a ride with a n**ga
Come and see the other side with a n**ga
Baby, come and pass time with a n**ga
Had to tell ’em I’m a high class n**ga

Ayy, let me tell you, I ain’t never had nothin’
On the way to that money, I be runnin’
I could show these n**gas how to make somethin’
Every day, all day, we be stuntin’
Livin’ wrong, you ain’t never seen nothin’
Promised me you would never say nothin’
Had to tell baby girl I’m a stunna
Have you ever rode through town with a gunna

I’m out the north, we youngins thuggin’ and poppin’
The only way that we can get it, so you know we ain’t stoppin’
You step on scene, all these b**ches they be lookin’ to jock
We sellin’ drugs, the police they keep passin’ and watchin’

We get it in to the ten, so they steady keep blockin’
We roadrunnin’ on our ten, steady movin’ them racks
Yeah, other than that, let me show you how we rockin’
On a brand new yacht with them bottles steady poppin’

Stunna told you ain’t no love in the streets
Lotta water on my neck, so my chain gotta pee
Every rope on my chest cost more than a ki
I keep f**kin’ up my kidneys ’cause my stomach full of lean

Yeah, I hit a n**ga with that TEC, he try to take somethin’
Blac Youngsta show these n**gas how to shake somethin’
B**ch, I’m bringin’ out the boat when the flood comin’
Young n**ga with a whole lotta f**kin’ money

Project hallways, you understand me, block party
We trappin’, but a n**ga trappin’ and thinkin’ we slippin’
But they trappin’, but we rappin’, they trappin’, but they all just slippin’
Pull up with that bulls**t like we wasn’t with it
Hit the lil’ homie, though

You know, hey got hit six, they got you hit three
That lil’ homie got hit twice
We roll for thirty days behind that s**t
‘Til them p**sy n**gas went to hidin’
You know, suicide with it

Then the money went to comin’
Them big boys pulled up, f**k
See how G s**t really get
Snatched up a lot of n**gas
You know we was on some f**k them boys
On some G s**t

N**ga out of line, we gon’ cross him
Simple, play the mind game, ya heard
Like a n**ga think it’s cool when you heard me
Got ’em slippin’, streets where it ain’t no love, blood
Learned that the hard way, stunna

Baby tell me, would you ride for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you ride for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you die for a n**ga
Baby tell me, would you die for a n**ga
Baby, come and take a ride with a n**ga
Come and see the other side with a n**ga
Baby, come and pass time with a n**ga
Had to tell ’em I’m a high class n**ga

Ayy, let me tell you, I ain’t never had nothin’
On the way to that money, I be runnin’
I could show these n**gas how to make somethin’
Every day, all day, we be stuntin’
Livin’ wrong, you ain’t never seen nothin’
Promised me you would never say nothin’
Had to tell baby girl I’m a stunna
Have you ever rode through town with a gunna
Let me tell you ’bout it…

➤ Produced by Fatboi
Album: From the Bayou
Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again 2018