Ridin Out - Ad, RJ, Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, it’s another late one

Or early one, should I say

Keep the KK roll

Gangstas don’t sleep

Yeah, man I don’t care let me talk my shit one time

Yeah

I’m from the west side real niggas stolen them set side

Bitches like these Benzes need to call when I can test drive

RIP to Left Eye, no TLC

Ya’ll just really let them text fly

Who got the scare from Best Buy

Always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherfucker

Real thirsty when I’m thirsty

Tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker

40 in the stash, kicking like Jackie Chang, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker

Lot a rebels talk the talk but they be hella faking

And you’ll never see around once they ever vacant

I was raised by the cheese if you serious face it

Cause when it’s on hood it’s scary movie, Freddy-Jason

Here now and they won’t take my seat

Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat

I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s

Now my bitch open my phone cause of face ID

You can catch me ridin out

Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real

You can catch me ridin out

Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill

You can catch me ridin out

Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill

You can catch me ridin out

I’m a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta

You can catch me ridin out

Aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys

Sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage

Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J’s

Killer California ain’t no place to vacate

Niggas break safe to save face make your fate way

Haters tugging on my dick like a shake way

If it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s KK, AK’s and AKA’s aye

I’m a make it one day

I done worked all week till it’s Friday

And woke up to a Sunday

Yeah I been smoking at the pound since the chronic

Nigga now it’s KK and these hunnids got you niggas acting violent

You don’t want this gun play cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

You can catch me ridin out

Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real

You can catch me ridin out

Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill

You can catch me ridin out

Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill

You can catch me ridin out

I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

You can catch me ridin out

Breaking bitches for the bred told em meet me in bed

Don’t kick her out I want breakfast instead

Don’t trust these niggas they might be the Feds

I’m always beast up to head

It’s in my skin Taylor Gang till I’m dead

I ain’t stressed cause all I want’s the pay

Make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today

Man these niggas think they better but they not

If I drop a song today that better gon be hot

It’s with me on the plane

Catch me cruising up the West Side, Pittsburgh

Nigga got it tatted on my chest

The money still green the bitches still calling

My music still rock my niggas still balling

Make another 5 mil just off touring

You niggas all sound the same the game getting boring

Keep the KK stashed and paned in the glass

You can hear me when I pass

You can catch me ridin out

Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real

You can catch me ridin out

Down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill

You can catch me ridin out

Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill

You can catch me ridin out

I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

You can catch me ridin out

Me and you

Smoking on a pound or two

Riding in my whip to the stove

For some papers cause they already roll

Me and you

Smoking on a pound or two

Riding in my whip to the stove

For some papers cause they already roll

You can catch me ridin out

Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real

You can catch me ridin out

Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill

You can catch me ridin out

Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill

You can catch me ridin out

I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

You can catch me ridin out