Hills lyrics

[Chorus]

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

[Verse 1]

Yuh

My shooter asked me what I want, bitch, I say, "Headshots"

And I'm skrrtin' off all in that Ghost since I'm a dead guy

Hol' up, we gon' leave you lit, that's a promise, not a threat

I call BooBonz and it's go-time

And we really makin' movies, all my shooters think it's showtime

If a pussy-ass nigga want the smoke, we can really make it happen

Bitch, I'm Reggie Miller from the three, I'm bustin' threes at your mothafuckin' cap fitted

When I hear your name 'round the block, boy, they say you ain't valid

Mixin' all the Runtz with the cereal milk and salad

Nigga, it's murder she wrote

Poppin' all on these drugs, I can't feel my toes

Blues and blues and blues and, put my in comatose

I'm gettin' rich, you broke as shit, you ain't got no glows

That's just how it go

I'm remixin' all the pints, I give him Karo, case closed

I don't wear no cape, so, nigga, I ain't gotta save hoes

I was fuckin' all up on his main bitch and he ain't know

Ayy, numb her like a Perc' with my dick inside her damn throat

Ever since a jit, bustin' magics out the bankroll

[Chorus]

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

[Verse 2]

Yuh

Lil' mama asked me what I want, bitch, I said, "Dead top" (Okay)

That ain't no ketchup on your shirt, man, that's a red dot (Ayy, ayy)

And I'm posted with the dope dealers, we can't do no broke business (Okay)

It's grams out the circle, that's equivalent to scope-kills (Yeah-yeah)

I fucked that bitch right out her track 'cause she too hot to spoke with it (Mm)

Posted up with cold killers (Yuh), late-night on a dope mission (Yuh)

We can't leave no track marks, my past gave me a black heart but now I'm swipin' black cards (Okay)

Out here, used to [?] (Okay), but now we buyin' things [?] (Yuh)

Pull the money out the pussy, turn 'em to some M's, shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

I got three diamonds on my fist, I turned up to some sick shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Rebound on me 'fore she jumpin' on my dick

[Chorus]

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?

If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?

I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty

I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings

• Artist:Wifisfuneral
• Album:PAIN? (2020)