Ride Or Die Chick - Horseshoe Gang

I need me a ride or die chick that’ll let that shotty pop

Hold it down when I’m out of town, no lie

Tell me are you really that ride or die

Are you really my Bonnie ma

Are you really that ride or die

Baby girl I’mma just be honest, I’m lookin' for a Cookie Johnson

I’m lookin' for the chick that got one of my ribs

And I’m wonderin' would she promise

To never be willin' to snitch if ever I’m pinch

Or in a twist, and could she honest-

Ly, see herself with a nigga like my cuz wifey would be the accomplice

Adrenaline rush, I think I’m in love and I think I’m in lust

She’s down to ride the minute we fuck

Ain’t nothin' like the criminal with a feminine touch

That’s her, she got a college degree

A top model and she really down to ride in the streets

She got a problem with whoever got a problem with me

She independent but she also wanna follow my lead

That’s all that I need, a women that’s followin' me

And she ain’t trippin' off them other bitches all in my team

She the star of my team, she got us a ring

And all you niggas think you ballin', but she out of your league

I know she got me and them other niggas, yo, they don’t seem happy

They lowkey mad cuz she got the C.O.B tat on her back and she call me daddy

Pullin' up in the droptop McLaren with a bad bitch that’s top notch,

and yeah they all stop and stare like I shot the sheriff

If you fuck with her then I’ll pop the Deringer

I need a good wife to, cook like her momma but look Rihanna

Columbiana skills just like Saldana, don’t look now but the hook’s right behind

ya

I got a bad ass chick, that’s that shit

Whatever I need she gon' let me have that shit

Y’all know what I mean, she stay in her lowrider jeans but she not on no

half-ass shit

She put it down on the streets for me, even in the sheets for me

Even if police throw me in cuffs, she get rough

When that heats on me, blast that piece for me

She gon' even breathe for me, it’s nothin'

She hella proper, flier than a helicopter

Call her mom, Michelle Obama mixed with LaLa

But she not with that melodrama, I don’t need to be inhalin' marijuana,

little momma keep me high-igh

Ever since I’ve been around her, people ask me how I found her, I might need to

wedding gown her

I’ll be hittin' her hard, I don’t mean Chris Brown her

She my jet fuel, wouldn’t be fly without her

I deny to doubt her, if I keep her I’ll live a life without her

When I’m and I need to suprised, she’ll pull out purse

She surprise me like a outburst from a person with Tourrettes

No servant but she’s worshippin' me, yes

She heard em and she merked em in that dress

The perkiest of the breasts, I’m certain that her twerkin' is the best

She got my name in cursive on her flesh

K-E-double N-y, she gets attention as soon as she hits the scene

Like a Mercedes,, she’s up for everything, down for anything

Against the world, she take many swings

Fightin' with me til the last round

Compare her to the act of sittin', she’s just ass down

I got a ride or die chick that’s down with me

I got a ride or die chick, ey ey ey

I got a ride or die chick that’s down with me

I got a ride, I got a ride or die