Lil Ride – G Herbo Lyrics

Free Juelz Santana
Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
What you doing with that strap, lil’ boy?
Don’t be moving like that, lil’ boy
Stay up out the trap
You don’t know what you doing with them packs, lil’ boy
It’s some niggas really like that and
They might make you adapt, lil’ boy (uh)
Listen, let me gather your attention real fast
Take in all the details, this gon’ go real fast
This a tale about a kid, they call him Lil’ Ride
A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad
Petty little bastard
Known to get in big shit about some little cash
If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last
He cut you down bad
Do what he ask and don’t get blasted
‘Cause he’ll kill you real fast
Living life in the fast lane, whole dash
Hit a lot of licks, ain’t never made no stash
The last come first, they say the first come last
Okay, let me make you feel him real fast
Grew up, they was robbing, they was killing real bad
Nigga mom’s cracked out, whole apartment trapped out
Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain’t never felt no love
Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house
Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out
Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out
Ignored him, they sound him out
Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about
All he knew was the few blocks whatever
Went down in the hood, he seen the shit
Never had his hand out ’cause he watched niggas leech for shit
He rather take, he don’t mind dressing in black to creep for it
Watched them all and it wasn’t long before he learned their weakness
First time robbing, they went left ’cause he was starvin’
Poor man ain’t moved right, he threw a bullet in his noggin
Young and paranoid as fuck, feeling like he out of luck
Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks
This nigga barely got some cash, thinkin’ bout his past
Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon’ last?
Clutchin’ on it while he get high ’cause he know he in some shit
Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick
Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route
Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana house
The slowest week he move a half a brick a day
Plan was get to Nana’s quick enough to grab the work and get away
Nana’s senile and she ain’t seen him in a while
Noticed who he was ’cause he was reeking of the loud
Cuz don’t even smoke, nigga, cuz never been broken
Cuzzo been playing with thousands but
Ain’t never been no joke and niggas know that
If you got a bond with family, why would you blow that?
Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at
Gave Nana the longest hug and kisses, said I’m coming back
He ain’t ever coming back
Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped
Ain’t no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride
Cuz parked right outside with his MAC
Tears, blood in his eyes
Lil’ nigga got no ties, he ain’t linked with no guys
Cuz sliding and he on that ’til he get some answers
Streets ain’t got no love, nigga’ll kill his own blood
Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain’t his whole cousin
He don’t give a fuck ’bout repercussions, he forever thuggin’
Mika sluggin’, sluttin’ thugs, but she fuckin’ Ride now
Text her, said he finna slide, thinking shit done died down
Ready for a homicide, that bitch up on his side now
And he’ll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down
Hood know she fuckin’, Ride love her like a sucker, though
Put a selfie on her page, tryna blow his other hoes
Uh-oh, he ain’t let her know
Should’ve let her know that he was wanted
Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it
See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way
Said fuck his guilty conscience, he gon’ do this broad-day
All his younger life been having hard days
Put the car in park
Gon’ put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways
Thinking ’bout the days when they used to play, damn
Probably could’ve put him on some smart plays
Then he think of hustlin’ how he got this shit the smart way
That’s why he can’t spare ’em, there he go, he about to walk his way
Ayy, ayy, cuz
Ayy, check it out, come here
Buck (buck), buck (buck), buck…
Composer: Julian Davis / Herb Wright

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