Cnote - Ride 4 My Homiez lyrics

(*talking*) I'ma ride for my dead, I'ma ride for my dead homies Uh uh, ride for my dead homies Cell phones get that sh** lit, I'ma ride for my dead homies [C-Note] n***a hit that weed, hit that dro I got a lot of money, I stack a lot of do' I sip that drank, I make big bank I still miss my dead homies, f** what you think This year homie, we gon go to the top And I'm staying Screwed up, and my blades gon chop And them bops gon bop, but I'ma keep it thoed Six figga n***as, got me thinking bout that gold And I'm bout to explode, but y'all don't hear me I threw them 84's, on a black and white Riggy They can't come near me, them boys can't stand me Cause I'm two door, drop Rolls and a Phantom Balling up the block, I know they feeling this Got the yellow on my watch, got that yellow on my wrist n***a top of the list, got the number one disc Six slugs to them n***as, that go up and try to diss We gon ball till we fall, but I'm glad that we made it It's 0-6 for the 0-7, Escallade'y n***a you been warned, we 3rd Coast born We lay back in a Maybach, while we contemplate and brainstorm n***a I got cheddar, we ball in any weather n***as been aim, but we real we stick together R.I.P. to Screw, Gator, Fat Pat Mafio I'ma see you at the top, you feel me black (*talking*) Ride for my dead homies Pour out a lil' liquor, you know I'm saying Ride for my dead homies