Ambition of a Rider lyrics

[Intro]

Gang, skrt, gang. You know I'm rocking nigga boochie gang bitch.

Get your guns up, get your funds up.

You on that opp shit get mop sticked.

Ay, ride on 'em nigga, we gon' ride on 'em nigga.

Gon' slide on 'em nigga

[Verse 1]

This my ambitions as a rider

She wanna have my baby she told me to cum inside

That hoe must be crazy

Strapped up like the Navy

This a chopper, this ain't no .380

I was born in the '90s but they thought I was born in the '80s

Bitch I got the down home blues, all this blue cheese

Can't fit in my jeans, I'm surrounded by killers and thieves

Your bitch on her knees now they ashy

A nigga broke, he can't afford no feature then don't ask me

My niggas, grimy, tuck your chain they fuck around and snatch it

Bitch we leave a dread head bald, chopper bullets patch it

At your funeral can't see your face because the closed casket

And I'm leaving with the whole mall like I just got my taxes

My new car give you the ugly face like you eat sour patches

We can't find his ass, he was hiding, so we took it out on his rapping

Bitch on fleek like the mannequin buying that cheap shit you tacky

That Boy gon' fold, get in that hole, I know he gon' panic

I hit your ass with these big old .45 bullets

You bleeding, you can't breathe, trigger squeeze

Automatic .40s, I wish a nigga pull it

So I could show him I'm not pussy

Chopper knock a nigga out cold

Named it Micheal Watson fight all my battles bitch

Think don't think I'm talking about no boxing

Sit back and watch me

Cause you can't stop me

Bitch I'm the trending topic

She suck it sloppy

That bitch a fool, I love the way she top me

Feeling like Rocky, beat up my trap cause I need every profit

So what you need nigga? Want paraphernalia, come and cop it

Went to school with the rocket, kept that bitch up in my pocket

I pistol whip the back of your head, knock ya eye out the socket

I'll knock your ass out the picture nigga and I ain't have to crop it

Gang, you know we don't squash shit

So nigga don't start shit

Get a brick of that soft, get a QP of that hard shit

I'm tryna be cool

So I'm toting on this Tec with the cooler kit

Like Tajj Gibson me and my niggas be on that bullshit

Roll off the hip I up this bitch and hand you a full clip

Who wanna race? My car so fast it might do a full flip

Got to get to these chips, got my own cheese, now I can double dip

I just drunk a fifth but I'm probably gon' take another sip

Said she wanna see me but I probably link with another bitch

I just robbed that nigga on my way to go hit another lick

He was sneak dissing, pulled up with choppers, to confront shit

Niggas yell out they real but don't be on no 100 shit

[Verse 2]

Aye pussy niggas know we got the heaters when we slide

Pussy nigga, you gon' fuck around, need Jesus on your side

We ran up in a nigga house and his old lady was inside

Only reason we ain't flame it up, seen babies up inside

I lose my mind when I pop pills and I get crazy up inside

Thought he was a hot nigga till I put that laser on his ass

Left his ass in shock like I used my bitch taser on his ass

I get so high, get on 290 and just ride

Don't lose your life over your pride

If you want war with me just go out of town if you gon' hide

Look him in his eyes

That nigga had cried before he died

You better go and buy you a pistol nigga before you try

Niggas say they with you but hesitate when it's time to slide

Them niggas get quiet

Make me mad, I bring out my mask and get on your ass

This bitch fast, I'm hitting the gas, my engine in the ass

We beat your ass up in the club now we waiting outside

You got fo nem on your ass, boy your ass better not come outside

Pockets swole, shit can't even fold, my shit overload

Fucking hoes, tell her try my throat, tell her swing my door

Be my maid, bitch come clean my house, bitch come sweep the floor

Be my slave, he acting so brave, bullets hit his chest

Leave a case

Selling so much yay, you would think it was back in the day

Give me a 6 Trey, whip my wrist like it was a slave

You know I'm a dog, she a dog, I bought her a cage

She won't leave me alone, stalk my phone, she watching my page

Most my niggas gone, can't come home cause they fighting the case

Book me for a show, sent my check, I banked it with Chase

She told me she gay, fucked her and her friend yesterday

But these bitches can't stay

Open the door, send 'em away

You should be ashamed, you too old for subliminal games

Robbed so many niggas, all I knew bout was hitting a stain

Fuck this twitter beef, load up the pistols and kill ya today

If he fuck with me, that's why he got killers all in his face

You know that I sell dope, that nigga broke on minimum wage

This bitch call me bae, that's the stupidest shit she could say

Get in my lane and get ranned over in my Chevrolet

26's, blue kisses, Forgiatos, and candy paint

Niggas diss on the internet but see me and turn they face

I just bought a new chopper, that's my babe

We on a date

These niggas last but I came in first place

Didn't even race

[Outro]

Gang, skrt, gang. You know I'm rocking nigga (?) bitch.

Get your guns up, get your funds up.

You on that opp shit get mop sticked bitch.

Straight gang shit, hey slide in 'em, ride in 'em

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)