[Intro: Cartel MGM]
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die
Ride till I die, ride till I die
[Hook: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
[Verse 1: Cartel MGM]
Cruising with my n***as, Psycho, tell them to get the nine
Pull the tool out and show them how to do a drive-by
Yeah, I'm from the A where n***as spray
Keep talking, boy, if you wanna die today
Trap so hot, but my n***as still serving
Deep in the game, so I never stop working
Forever move bales, forever bust bricks
Forever k** a n***a if he ever talking sh**
[Hook: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
[Verse 2: Kinto]
f** that sh**, man, I'm 'bout to bust this n***a
Chopper, nine millimeter, squad full of real k**ers
Give a f** what you think, man, I'm f**ing brain dead
[?], Zone 3 on deck
Riding in the '57, .45 and the Tec
Drug load from Mexico, n***a got it for the low
Catch me in the club, getting crunk, yo, busting heads
Catch that n***a outside, bust that n***a full of lead
[Hook: Cartel MGM]
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Ride with my n***as till I die, till I die
My n***a got a Glock, the other got a nine
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
Bust on them n***as, bust on them b**hes
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pistol whip a n***a, damn near bust his eye
Shoot his a** up, make his whole family cry
Pull a casket, you dumba** ba*tards
It's like elastic, how I make the kush stretch
Buzz bigger than Drake, rap n***as is fake
I'ma keep getting cake while they player hate
My momma said be cool, but the n***a on fire
Rolling and I'm high, what's the n***a on the liquor?
Flocka!