Gumbo - Rider Music lyrics

[Hook x2] Certified riders, riders for life With rider music, this is how we do sh** RSGs Holding is nothing, it's nothing if you don't use it Don't be labeled useless Let it squeeze [Verse 1: Den Den] We ride, 4 n***as up in a 4-door Ride, 4 Macs, 4 44s, 2 45s It's do or die You don't do what we do, you lie Roadside Rapping on the curb, net you with this beef I be clapping on the curb, net you on point Like a marksman, hollow points in the Glock I hit the bullseye, like dark, son (Bang) A war with the Roadside Gs, you don't wanna start When I murk every n***a in your crew Until I reach to the last one, and murder him too I be serving him too, leg shots, two chest shots Two neck shots, headshots too, you'll get what's due New head top due (Bang) To bring it to the RSGs when you know we don't pet To palm and squeeze, fire firearms at ease, I told you already [?] arms I squeeze, you can't breathe When we rock on roll, we make heads rock to the beat We make heads roll in the street, it's cold in the street So I stay still holding my heat, f** the feds Patrolling the street, when I ride Murder that's my role in the beef And you know that it's deep, when you're riding And it's gone past over a week and you still can't find him When I'm riding, I don't mean over a beat Certified riders don't make dough in this beef We make shots blow in this beef [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Elmz St.] RSG rider, hit them up with the Glock 17 Ride out for the fam, ride out for my team Ride, hiding that's not in my genes Glock 17, yeah that's in my genes Pricks hype, they think we ain't riding I'm in the front of the 4-door Stretched out on the window, with a 44 Aiming right, burst him Maintaining control with a 44 Murderers get made over night so You could get murdered For your talk, get hot up when you walk on any street Any night, I don't care, no fear never have never will I'm a rider, that's how it's gonna stay, I don't care what you gotta say It's Elmz, you hear me, listen good I bang the 45, take his goods 45's great, she's old, she's moany But still knows how to rip up the hood 45 Wood, 45s up inna rave, understood Underneath me, you will get put Understood Underneath dirt should do him good 45, Roadside, straight up rider Fire, don't get misunderstood Run up, run up, take him out in the hood Leave him, leave blood stains in the hood Shootings happen, bodies drop Fam it's crisis, life in Brixton Ride to survive or die b**hing In Brixton, could get a pitching Riders are itching [Hook x2] [Verse 3: R.A] This is rider music If you don't ride or bang this ain't your music This is how we do sh** Bare man wanna grab the nine and do sh** Some are real, some have even seen the two spit I've seen the 45 Remington do sh** Man wanna ride like I wanna do sh** Give him the gun, he's like how do you use it Because I'm ready to ride, I'm ready to clap I'm ready to dump I'm on the front seat, two hands on the pump If you ain't gonna ride, don't jump in the ride Or something might happen when you can't jump out on time I take the pump out on time, I never front with a nine I clap it off and ride or die [Verse 4: Dan Diggers] We ride, Roadside inside And we're ready for beef like any time So if you think it's your time to go rhyme for rhyme I'll be spitting my rhymes like semi nines A lot of these guys think they're top guys But to me these guys aren't any guys Dan Diggers, I've come across many guys They say they're real but they're telling lies You might feel like you wanna ride When you're banging the Roadside when you're in your ride This is rider music, how we do sh**, in the Southside Exclusive, other MCs know we're the real Gs on the Roadside We move bricks, what'd you expect We don't have jobs and we're not signed [Hook x2] [Outro] Yeah, RSGs..