Ride Out
La Socket
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Ayy, you know it La Sa
And I keep my motherfuckin' Glock
(Ayy, YB, let's pipe 'em up, bro) Look, ayy
What you tryna do? Said you got shorties who gon' shoot
Slidin' 'round with them choppas, but my dogs, they love to scoot
Lotta bananas 'cause I be around gorillas like the zoo
Sneak dissin' through that music, ha, lil' bro, 'cause we in the stu'
Robbed my plug and bought a foreign, now they say I'm actin' new, huh
Don't you come around me if you know you ain't gon' shoot
When I'm cruisin' down they block, these niggas love to call a truce
Bro, you know I love to stain and I kick shit just like I'm Bruce
Niggas talk that murder, why nobody love to slide out?
He said he wouldn't, load the choppa, bro, it's time to ride out
'Cause they found 'em, don't say a word
Let them think it died down
He post a Snap, see where he at
Now it's time to slide down
Lookin' for us, more extension cords, boy, she tied down
Hit the corner, tires screech, and only let off five rounds
Them boys was scared
When you slid, why you ain't have that chop' wit' ya?
Heard you ain't shoot a thing, now your own gang don't rock wit' ya
My lil' boy just hit my line and said he fucked a opp's sister
I told him, "Well, them boys ain't on shit"
"But just keep your Glock wit' ya"
Metal Creek had three spots, walked around with three Glocks
Shot his party, killed two niggas and we hit 'bout three thots
If you step, you gon' step, if you ain't then keep the silence
'Cause we got a lotta bullets, and we love to bring the violence
I whip it up and make it triple, you would think this shit was science
Your bullets went the wrong way
You need to go and get some guidance (Look)
Shorty came through with a friend, so I guess she fuckin' too
Lotta niggas say they real, but bro, I only met a few
Give my young boy 200 just to knock you out your shoes
Oh, you think that lil' bitch loyal? Damn, bro, only if you knew
Big Glock in my pants, it mix a nigga like some stew
Niggas tellin' on the block, I heard you niggas droppin' clues
You confused, do this, shootin' shit became a mood
Niggas talk down, you get mad, angry, I just like to shoot
I told my mama I'm doin' better, but I ain't tell her the truth, huh
I walked on the field and start hittin' shit just like I'm Roof
Keep them Glocks off in the field to pick a nigga like a fruit
I brought shorty on a drip with me, she said that shit was cute