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Ride Or Die Video (MV)




Performed By: TWO K
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Kordae Caldwell




TWO K - Ride Or Die Lyrics
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Free my unc' them out the state pen,
They got 'em jammed,
Talking bout' that cane,
Been married to the money only thing to lock in with now,
Shid is the f*cking game,
I don't need no bean, to come with that blick, nigga already know I got perfect aim,
Meds in my cup,But ain' even sick,
It's just really some shit that I can't explain,
Shawty just get on your knees come suck this,
Ain't no switchin positions I want do the same,
The za' im smoking got me feeling amnesiac,
One minute she with me, now ion know her name,
I shoot first bih I don't play defense,
For times I was hoopin it'll never change,
Why, would gon' give me a reason,
Knowin' damn well we gone bust your brain,
I'm so high
I think that I'm in a different region,
Hoes f*ck with TwoK I'm hot,
Can't go back to nonthing if I do, Drop the mask, finna' go back to jackboy season,
Two hoes with me, tryna multi-task, if a nigga take my pole than he can keep it,
Guess the lil' hoe ain' think I'll leave that fast,
Why would you not,
Lil hoe you trim,
Too the burnt hoes that shit sit on your face card
They be trynna' act like that we don't see 'em,
Jumped off the porch, straight in the deep end, bitch, I forgot I knew how to swim,
I see him tryna trade,
Ion' need no reason, f*ck that boy, I wouldn't wanna be him,
Plenty houses out here, committin' treason, tryna act like that image is not them,
Bitch, I got skill, my name I ain' TwoK for no reason,
Oh that's that young nigga,
Yeah, that's him,
Pussy ass nigga tripping he don't get no bitches,
He used to be bright but his light went dim,
F*ck a rat, I really don't f*ck with mickeys,
Like John Cena I'm just praying I don't see them,
Trynna watch for snakes,
But how I'm gon' do that, watchin' my back, finna put a opp nigga hoe on film
Hoe get a free pass if that ass there fat,
Free Staxk he in jail trynna catch elims'
Shawty said she wanna be my ride or die, but she ain't bad enough to even be my rim,
Want a Tesla to slide in cruise control,
Work the window, while it self drive on the wheel,
Nigga, free my uncle and free yung mon , but I'm steady fightin , for my own appeal
F*ck a walk down we chase him if he run,
NoLie hope you listening I'm so for real,
Boot Me Up,
The police take one get another gun I can't slip up outchea' I can't get kilt',
Me and brother, we come from the bottom, for real, remember times we was sharing the same clothes and the same hoes,
Ramming shit like Todd Gurley in the field,
Getty bag and go cop a Durango,
It's money making season you know what it is,
If it ain't there I can't go,
I really don't give no f*ck bout how you feel,
Don't come to me, talkin' like it's smoke, like this wood I'm puffin' we face 'em,
Then we smoke his ass out until he a roach,
Walk in ain't nothing but gang, gang , gang , gang trynna go Gucci for the robe,
It's all Luv but soon as I see you start actin strange,
Than it's time to part way's gotta cut the rope,
Gotta cut the rope
Yeah, I know I come from section eight, gotta stay with a chopper, or keep a nine
Shut up a little bitch, I don't care about shit, you was just hatin, now it's my time
He come my way, flexin' jewelry, we gon' take him down
Free my uncle, out that state pen,
Judge gave 'em three dimes if you combine both they time
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Free my unc' them out the state pen,
They got 'em jammed,
Talking bout' that cane,
Been married to the money only thing to lock in with now,
Shid is the f*cking game,
I don't need no bean, to come with that blick, nigga already know I got perfect aim,
Meds in my cup,But ain' even sick,
It's just really some shit that I can't explain,
Shawty just get on your knees come suck this,
Ain't no switchin positions I want do the same,
The za' im smoking got me feeling amnesiac,
One minute she with me, now ion know her name,
I shoot first bih I don't play defense,
For times I was hoopin it'll never change,
Why, would gon' give me a reason,
Knowin' damn well we gone bust your brain,
I'm so high
I think that I'm in a different region,
Hoes f*ck with TwoK I'm hot,
Can't go back to nonthing if I do, Drop the mask, finna' go back to jackboy season,
Two hoes with me, tryna multi-task, if a nigga take my pole than he can keep it,
Guess the lil' hoe ain' think I'll leave that fast,
Why would you not,
Lil hoe you trim,
Too the burnt hoes that shit sit on your face card
They be trynna' act like that we don't see 'em,
Jumped off the porch, straight in the deep end, bitch, I forgot I knew how to swim,
I see him tryna trade,
Ion' need no reason, f*ck that boy, I wouldn't wanna be him,
Plenty houses out here, committin' treason, tryna act like that image is not them,
Bitch, I got skill, my name I ain' TwoK for no reason,
Oh that's that young nigga,
Yeah, that's him,
Pussy ass nigga tripping he don't get no bitches,
He used to be bright but his light went dim,
F*ck a rat, I really don't f*ck with mickeys,
Like John Cena I'm just praying I don't see them,
Trynna watch for snakes,
But how I'm gon' do that, watchin' my back, finna put a opp nigga hoe on film
Hoe get a free pass if that ass there fat,
Free Staxk he in jail trynna catch elims'
Shawty said she wanna be my ride or die, but she ain't bad enough to even be my rim,
Want a Tesla to slide in cruise control,
Work the window, while it self drive on the wheel,
Nigga, free my uncle and free yung mon , but I'm steady fightin , for my own appeal
F*ck a walk down we chase him if he run,
NoLie hope you listening I'm so for real,
Boot Me Up,
The police take one get another gun I can't slip up outchea' I can't get kilt',
Me and brother, we come from the bottom, for real, remember times we was sharing the same clothes and the same hoes,
Ramming shit like Todd Gurley in the field,
Getty bag and go cop a Durango,
It's money making season you know what it is,
If it ain't there I can't go,
I really don't give no f*ck bout how you feel,
Don't come to me, talkin' like it's smoke, like this wood I'm puffin' we face 'em,
Then we smoke his ass out until he a roach,
Walk in ain't nothing but gang, gang , gang , gang trynna go Gucci for the robe,
It's all Luv but soon as I see you start actin strange,
Than it's time to part way's gotta cut the rope,
Gotta cut the rope
Yeah, I know I come from section eight, gotta stay with a chopper, or keep a nine
Shut up a little bitch, I don't care about shit, you was just hatin, now it's my time
He come my way, flexin' jewelry, we gon' take him down
Free my uncle, out that state pen,
Judge gave 'em three dimes if you combine both they time
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Writer: Kordae Caldwell
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