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[Intro] One, two, three, four, five, six Bay hold on, you push a b**ton for that to come up, baby [Chorus: Kevin Gates] You know I really get it, go ask around the city Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin' This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Seen shorty in at the corner store Sixty on pump three and a white tee Two mountain dews for these double cups We pourin' up this Texas tea No dark denim, these light seats Put a towel down 'fore your jeans bleed Hit the cellphone, look while you in there Don't forget to grab a pack of swisher sweets My money made, that's obsolete I know police is watchin' me Been a long time comin', sold d** on the corner You could smell aroma when the doors swing open Base so good every dope fiend know it Get a free car wash, could be 4 in the morning Maybe 5 in the morning on the highway twistin' We rollin' up sticky, she rollin' down windows Bout the business in a different way of livin' every day Showing interest in the difference, in the pen I don't play Buddah club, we pullin' up This whip could parallel park itself Heat chain protector, motion detectors New car alarm, the car guard itself My partner text me HTD Which to lame people means hard to d**h [Chorus] [Verse 2: Curren$y] Highed up, low key, push b**ton start, no key Ho roll up, na on second thought break them trees up Cause I'm not sure that you gon' roll one as cold as me I was shown by G's, Forgiatos on my auto it's a car show on my street It's a car show on my lawn and all them cars belong to me I'mma a don, I'mma dog, I'm like d** on these beats She get high from my rhymes then she chase it with some E Or, she be chasin' me cause I be chasin' cheese Had the drive to buy, all the sh** I seen in magazines I was 5, pictures of Ferraris and Lamborghinis on my wall Now if I wanna see one I just step in my garage [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] For my n***as in the pen I go hard sometime White and red whip like a Marlboro sign Put my arm on the line, 'nother out of state trip God blessed me in and out of 8 whips 4 or 5 am and my eyes stay bent I do not do sleep, but I do blow lamps Alloy rim with the bulletproof tints Say they don't like me, see me ain't do sh** I could think on them, no time for it ? around me, he dyin' for it Flood the game, new truck comin' Move a lot of work, don't touch nothin' Bred when the Mafia fly Most likely to try, run the opposite side What that mean, just bought me a graveyard I ain't gotta pay y'all when somebody die Pourin' out liquor for my kids, me I miss 'em Never had a destination, ridin' 'round the city Adrenaline'll build up while I'm listenin' to Twista Aim on your brain, blow your feelin's on the fender Think under your chin if I really pull the trigger Everything you thinkin' 'bout to end up on the ceilin' Ridin' with a b**h I DM'd off twitter Hook up on chickens, b**h is you silly? I am ridiculous [Chorus]

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