Verse 1 (Ankhten Brown):
Eyyo girl, you down to ride?
Cause we can feel the vibe
Banging every morning
Smoking our ride
Hit me on the Viber
When you wanna jive
We can do the freaky things
That I know you like
Keep it all surrounded
With the golden lies
Screamin’ like a fountain
We connect it right
Frontin’ all the bullshit
Don’t be tryin’ to hide
Open your books, baby
Read up between them lies
And I’m feelin’ like the gang bangin’
With the coke slinging it ain’t right
When the kid’s getting shot up for riding on a bike
Gotta pause when I see a lost prey, they see the light
Can I force it or should I shoulder it and ignite my
Mama Mary, make a nigga feel alright
I'm floating up in outer space in the flight time
Pick it up and let it go, let it catch on
We can kick it at the show with the lights down
Hook (Ankhten Brown) (2x):
I set the system of control
That’s tryin’ to take our lives baby
You already know
What time it is I ride baby
If you down to roll
We could leave at nine, shorty
Where you wanna go baby
I let you decide
Verse 2 (Curtismith):
I rep the South
Eastern peace (?)
The rhythm has sound breached vicinities around me
Committed to making (?) of women around heat
Like bitches out of the kennel who revel a round trip
Creatin’ the money, riddles can feel funny like
Riddlin' in the middle of mixin’ some weed and molly
I'm sorry I’m way past that
But it’s a flashback
Painting vivid pictures with pictures of weird abstract
Go catch that, when we make a rap track
Blazing with the key and we’re paving to make the fast stacks
For one man each and now we're hater-looking funny
(?)
Blow the streets to the stadium
(?)
(?)
Repeat hook (1x)
Verse 3 (J. Blaze):
Shorty, is you down to roll?
We could dip right now
We could take it slow
And later we could find out if this is all for show
Show when the lights out
You’re gonna let me know
Baby, we could lose control, zone with me
You could be the one that I hold so dearly
Boo, no really you, so clearly
Got me in a (?) see
I’m drinking just a little mix of worth it
I’m fiddling while swerving off Ketamine
Trying to pick your mind just to find who you lettin’ in
Trying to find my time, baby, time is irrelevant
All we got is now, and I’m down if you celibate
I guess we could try putting out for the hell of it
I’m well equipped with strokes, and coke and dope
Enough to choke throats, out to meet your folks
(?) harsh mix
Keep them on
Repeat hook (2x)
