Fresh - Ride Out lyrics

Verse 1: D-day, d-day, stormin' invadin' the game like, d-day No dolla bills only dimes from BK Yeah we bring em back like a DJ and replay Yeah spin it back, Ima hit that No hoggin' the blunt but c*nt let me get dat She f**in wit dat, she craves dolla signs Knows I'm k**in' my cla**, but no columbine Chorus: Drop drop, drop top feel da wind Pa** any fake who didn't love back then Drop drop, drop bands on yo b**h Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2) Bridge: Won't die out, so fly now Won't hideout, we ride out Verse 2: No need to cry now, but she will cry out Like he's so fine now, can he be mine now Ah sh**, in time she will find out Like a payphone I collect dimes now Mmm, time me for me ride out Bend that a** babe, receive it like a wide out If ya have a tight end, it might end Scrappy little spitta but I'm feelin' nine ten Yeah and names gettin bigger Correlates wits figures and ah the gold diggers I'm all gold, Trinidad James Lines so bold, Matty made for the front page Chorus: Drop drop, drop top feel the wind Pa** any fake who didn't love back then Drop drop, drop bands on yo b**h Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2) We'll never die out, we'll never hideout We are so fly now, my time to ride out [Verse 3: Fresh] Ain't ridin' with us then I make em hideout Two Two Threes in the buildin' because my teams on a drought You muthaf**as can shout, you don't know the amount When I open mouth all bullets come out Matty plannin' the strategy, causin' a casualty Charged double A I got arrested for battery Booze in the gla**, I'm just describin' my Saturday And f** ya'll who played me k** beats like a serial k**er on rabies I coulda worked for cannon, I'm shootin' in HD Feel like the number one and I just like McGrady So I don't really care if you p**y boys hate me Chorus: Drop drop, drop top feel the wind Pa** any fake who didn't love back then Drop drop, drop bands on yo b**h Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2) We'll never die out, we'll never hideout We are so fly now, my time to ride out Verse 4: Pour it then sip it, my heart is ingested With every track, God flow has blessed it Spit it don't twist it just grip it and listen Turn on you speakers like blondies are kissin' Now now, wow wow Hear the beat, pow pow Eight oh eight, wrong Just my heart beatin in the song