Max B - Ready To Ride lyrics

Uh Young Los Gain Greene Boss Don Bigavell Mac Mustard Let's go [Hook] Owww I told ya don't come closer I'm gon' rope ya dog you f**ing with a smoker I'm ready to ride You n***as think I'm p**y I dare you motherf**ers to come and push me I'm ready to die I love the scene n***as with swagging jacking on my dick Steady try to ride my wave (Jim Jones) Gain Greene ain't changed n***a it's Max and Mustard Diamonds is clustered We drive box way ey ey [Verse 1 - Max B] You need to just, hit me up I can get that order for you I can get them quarters to you I can make that quarter for you I can make that quarter through you Make a n***a b**h that slow Got them sitting all uncomfortable You know what this punk will do Spend around (?) Just in case I ain't leaving no witness I be sleeping with your b**hes Try to get creep with your b**hes Send them numbers over four I send them pumpers over I'ma send them dumpers close to b**h Look at this team they Grimey Cops right behind me Burning down a big spliff Perm is still suspended f** it he won't learn Ti'll he right back in that Burgenvans Sick, no more chips No more b**hes on my dick You don't want it with them boys that will Pop your a**, lots of stash Lots of cash, damn you Only drink fifths of Grand Cru Shower smoking bamboo If there is no more his piece is white Hit you with that forty-four Make that b**h go sleepy night Bye [Hook] Owww I told ya don't come closer I'm gon' rope ya dog you f**ing with a smoker I'm ready to ride You n***as think I'm p**y I dare you motherf**ers to come and push me I'm ready to die I love the scene n***as with swagging jacking on my dick Steady try to ride my wave (Jim Jones) Gain Greene ain't changed n***a it's Max and Mustard Diamonds is clustered We drive box way ey ey [Verse 2 - Mac Mustard] Some n***as pump all day And don't bring a dollar home I don't break bricks I break ribs and collarbones Yeah I gotta home, but these streets I gotta roam And I break a n***as jaw, even when I got the chrome I'm, sick with the flow Spit with a disease And I'll give it to a n***a like hepatitis B The weapon under the teeth Cause distant and spitting the second you n***as flee Catch him stepping out his V Ain't no spitting recklessly I gotta a steady hand, I'm trying dead your man n***as even Smith and Wesson me n***as send me to the strip it's time to light it up Max put Mustard on this sh** it's time to spice it up New edition to this Gain Greene infection There is no protection, we closing in from all directions With Smith and Wessons No chase Put a couple plates in your back Put your face on your lap Come out your face to the Mac It's Gain Greene [Hook] Oww I told ya don't come closer I'm gon' rope ya dog you f**ing with a smoker I'm ready to ride You n***as think I'm p**y I dare you motherf**ers to come and push me I'm ready to die I love the scene n***as with swagging jacking on my dick Steady try to ride my wave (Jim Jones) Gain Greene ain't changed n***a it's Max and Mustard Diamonds is clustered We drive box way ey ey [Verse 3 - Max B] Yeah Let me demonstrate what this cig will do Let me rip a lemon too Leaving you for dead About to beat you off that bread I'ma need it I ain't f**ing around Bullets got you ducking down Throwing up, heard your money coming but it's slowing up Heard you going tough Try to blackball, ain't heard Nothing about that Sony deal Benz's got them chromy wheels Hop out let that pony pill Homie real, f**ing fiends She try to cop with those phony bills Max came home no quarter mill They scored enough They ought to k** b**hes need love, they on the pill They bringing them in, we find them out Max want bread, need more than a mill Need more then a deal Need more then a fill I just want to f** need more then a spill n***a need more than a spill n***a need more than a spill