Hills
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Yuh
My shooter asked me what I want, bitch, I say, "Headshots"
And I'm skrrtin' off all in that Ghost since I'm a dead guy
Hol' up, we gon' leave you lit, that's a promise, not a threat
I call BooBonz and it's go-time
And we really makin' movies, all my shooters think it's showtime
If a pussy-ass nigga want the smoke, we can really make it happen
Bitch, I'm Reggie Miller from the three, I'm bustin' threes at your mothafuckin' cap fitted
When I hear your name 'round the block, boy, they say you ain't valid
Mixin' all the Runtz with the Cereal Milk and salad
Nigga, it's murder she wrote
Poppin' all on these drugs, I can't feel my toes
Blues and blues and blues and, put my in comatose
I'm gettin' rich, you broke as shit, you ain't got no glows
That's just how it go
I'm remixin' all the pints, I give him Karo, case closed
I don't wear no cape, so, nigga, I ain't gotta save hoes
I was fuckin' all up on his main bitch and he ain't know
Ayy, numb her like a Perc' with my dick inside her damn throat
Ever since a jit, bustin' magics out the bankroll
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Yuh
Lil' mama asked me what I want, bitch, I said, "Dead top" (okay)
That ain't no ketchup on your shirt, man, that's a red dot (ayy, ayy)
And I'm posted with the dope dealers, we can't do no broke business (okay)
It's grams out the circle, that's equivalent to scope-kills (yeah-yeah)
I fucked that bitch right out her track 'cause she too hot to spoke with it (mm)
Posted up with cold killers (yuh), late-night on a dope mission (yuh)
We can't leave no track marks, my past gave me a black heart
But now I'm swipin' black cards (okay)
And we used to splat cars, but now we buyin' pink slips (yuh)
Pull the money out the pussy, turn 'em to some M's, shit (yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got three diamonds on my fist, I turned up to some sick shit (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Rebound on me, why the fuck she jumpin' on my dick?
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings