Kid Ink - Ride Out

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]

Came in at first, had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

We done sold out, now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'

Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem

Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem

[Hook: Kid Ink]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway

Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way

I fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalog

One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes

Paper chase, vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke

Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold

We are not alone, boy, better check your tone

You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans

Sit with us, table last supper

Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers

Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury

You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me

Preferably one of the best

She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death

Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest

We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]

Got no time to waste

And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no

Flyin' from a mile away

It's not a problem, only real ones follow me

And I can do this with my eyes closed

Blindfold two times over

Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers

I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over

Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma

What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire

History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'

You don't believe it? Then try it

We don't believe in just tryin'

I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided

That's cold cutting

And I've been this dope for like four summers

And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say

Keep it G for Pete's sake

I know this shit that bone you pick

Might leave you niggas fillets

[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]

It's YG 4hunnid!

Is you ridin'?

Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence

If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there with him

So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet??

Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?

When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate

You got that fake-friend syndrome

There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show

You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold

Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns

Hold up, each one teach one

Motivate each one to be something

Cause I ain't just another statistic

I do this, this, and that if you wanna get specific

I'm just tryna make bread come quicker

For me and my day one hittas

[Outro: Kid Ink]

Ride out!

• Artist:Kid Ink
• Album:ious 7 - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2015)