Lyrics Lil Berete – Ride Or Die
Text:
You say you my ride or die
But I don’t even know who to go and love no more
We wasted a lot of time on the road
I’m just trying to live life
And we gone hit the mall, hit the store
I said money ain’t a thing
I’m finna spend these dollas all on you
So keep those problems far
I got youngins posted on the boulevard
They say that money talk and I speak that
They know my money kinda tall tried to reach that
I got some niggas in the stall that don’t reach back
My hood a different type of war it’s on my six pack
And we were trapping out them doors but they kicked that
And we were trapping outta stores never paid the rent
My bro sneezey, anyplace, anywhere gonna leave you dead
Life ain’t easy, can’t follow the path my Daddy went
Get it how you live it
I got niggas incarcerated
Momma I finally made it
Told my girl let’s go vacation
No more cops and reminiscing
I can finally call my sis
Hope all my niggas they get rich
These problems still probably exist
You say you my ride or die
But I don’t even know who to go and love no more
We wasted a lot of time on the road
I’m just trying to live life
And we gone hit the mall, hit the store
I said money ain’t a thing
I’m finna spend these dollas all on you
So keep those problems far
I got youngins posted on the boulevard
Only ’bout my bag I’m never slacking
You ain’t down to ride then you distracting
And you know I keep a semi automatic
Just in case they want that static
Claiming that it’s on sight, they don’t want none
They gon’ start a problem they can’t outrun
Said you’re riding don’t you fake it, fake it
Don’t you ever let ’em see you naked, naked
I put ice all in your chain oh yeah
All I got is you on the brain oh yeah
I could tell that you’ve been patient
I give you my heart, don’t misplace it
You say you my ride or die
But I don’t even know who to go and love no more
We wasted a lot of time on the road
I’m just trying to live life
Hoping time don’t go by slow
And we gone hit the mall, hit the store
I said money ain’t a thing
I’m finna spend these dollas all on you
So keep those problems far
I got youngins posted on the boulevard
All my niggas posted and you niggas know this
And that bitch so bad, I had to hold it like a trophy
If I say I love you than them other niggas booges
I will give you everything if you can say that you can trust me
Nails done, hairs done cause she all of that
She got money she ain’t trippin’ about no other girls
Ex friends ex men he ain’t all of that
I am the only nigga she gone keep calling now
You say you my ride or die
But I don’t even know who to go and love no more
We wasted a lot of time on the road
I’m just trying to live life
Hoping time don’t go by slow
And we gone hit the mall, hit the store
I said money ain’t a thing
I’m finna spend these dollas all on you
So keep those problems far
I got youngins posted on the boulevard