Hills
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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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck around 'cause I got no feelings
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Written by: Isaiah Rivera, James H. Duval, Victor Estefan
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