Ride or Die

[Chorus]

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 1]

We got two choices, to ride or die

So we gone ride through this thing and we gon' ride so fly

G'd up, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

And I can't wait till my boys get out

I see my partners throwin' love back

As we flippin' it up, 'cause its just like that

I don't understand how them boys is keepin it so real

But we kickin' it together and everything is chill

As the world goes round, and keeps on spinnin'

We stayin' on a mission bout to be big winnin'

Study with the game of true Rap Psalms

And straight getting paid as we goin' on

It ain't gone stop tho, until the love get drop

We ain't gone stop tho, until the body gets shot

And if it don't, we just gonna keep on hittin'

Keep mic trippin', and keep on rippin'

[Chorus]

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 2]

You might see a balla ridin' on them fo's

Ridin' on low, ridin' on the roads

Can you hear the bass thumpin' out the back of your car?

Bumpin' so hard, as we travelin' far

We tired of bein' broke so we ran up on this rap game

To blow up, and this vibe'll change

The boys throwin' up the deuce

Showin' much love, as a balla fall through

Yes i'm gone be ridin' through the flavor hood

Where the love is good, bustin' rhymes that I should

And it ain't gone ever stop till the casket drop

So move your head and let your body rock

And holler at your boy

When it's time to come up like a Chips Ahoy!

Cause you know I'm gon' be throwin' it back to you

A ghetto child, super star, young fool

[Chorus]

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

[Verse 3]

I'm ridin' in the middle of a caravan

With the paper and the pen in my hand

I gotta write some lyrics that ballas will hear

That players will feel, that ladies will chill

My homie behind me is rollin' on 3s

Yes its the truth, yes my boy be a G

I remember back in the day we used to parlay

And stay in this game, that's so player made

But now we done flipped the script, a little bit

Straight getting paid with major hits

And that's what it's all about, you know I gotta clown

Throw up a hand, then put it back down

[Chorus]

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company

G's, sittin' on threes

Flippin' plenty, keepin' close company