Ride Up - Chris Travis

I’m about to ride up, I get hyper

Why these bitches lie for, to fuck your mind up

Money on my mind bruh, can’t fuck my time up

Slidin' through the, can’t fuck my ties up

Pull up on the side, better hide, 'cause we taking lives

Niggas get they stuffed in they fucking

Nigga you a lie I was serving with a 9 to 5

East Memphis shit kept a young nigga on his grind

Stayin' switching schools niggas knew what the fuck to do

Middle school free my nigga Tay, shout out 'Vante, too

Bitches choose wanna fuck the crew or it’s either you

So I don’t choose from the two, rather make me loot

I don’t give a fuck about your group, fuck him, her, and you

People seem to say I’m hella rude, it’s my attitude

Spitting in the jungle from my view, but bitch this the booth

Gotta cop or ride a nigga flow, niggas like to snoop

Every time I drop a new hit, but the flow ain’t

Nah, I ain’t ever stopping shit outta your

Try to run up on me better get your dues

But I’m fucking ready and I’m hot bitch best regroup

I’m about to ride up, I get hyper

Why these bitches lie for, to fuck your mind up

Money on my mind bruh, can’t fuck my time up

Slidin' through the, can’t fuck my ties up

I’m about to ride up, I get hyper

Why these bitches lie for, to fuck your mind up

Money on my mind bruh, can’t fuck my time up

Slidin' through the, can’t fuck my ties up