[Hook]
Ride for my guys ain't no lie that's a heart felt
On my King Booker sh** lookin for a Sharmell
Flexin with the best i ain't talkin bar bells
With the squady, with the gang, with the, with the cartel
(x2)
[Verse 1]
f** what they say Red Clay that's the congregation (808's over b**hes)
I be makin' plays check the look that's on their faces
On the grind all the time pray for compensation
At the top gettin' guap this is common places
We ain't often breakin, all these moves we makin'
Haters speaking cause they weak & they soft & basic
Tell em' stop it save, why the f** you hating
Catch me in the flesh they talkin' at some auction paces
[Hook]