Shoreline Mafia - Ride Around lyrics

[Intro] Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up Ron-Ron, do that sh** [Verse 1: Master Kato] Ron-Ron load this sh** up 'cause I'm 'bout to load the TEC's in All these b**hes want me, why these b**hes think they special? All my n***as geekin', if you tweakin' we gon' press you I just love this money, I got hundreds on my schedule Lil' ho, I ain't really trippin' 'bout that lil' dough I'm good, though, ambitions of a rider like I'm Lud Foe MasterCard, accepted everywhere, lil' b**h, I'm good, ho Check your grandma house, your mama house, I'm even in the hood, though Gang bang, pistol ridin' shotty when I change lanes Bang bang, hit her from the back, I hear my chain swang I don't know this b**h but she just f**ed me 'cause my stage name All these n***as' b**hes gettin' f**ed because they stay lame Facts, all my n***as stay with the packs, yeah, that's a fact And if you at the gate you gettin' taxed, yeah, that's a fact, n***a And these n***as with me and they all shootin' Got fifty of 'em off the molly and they all booted [Chorus: Master Kato] I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh**, extended, b**h Get that work around, no, this sh** ain't endin', b**h And if he holdin' pounds, have my n***as get his sh** Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh**, extended, b**h Get that work around, no, this sh** ain't endin', b**h And if he holdin' pounds, all my n***as get his sh** Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip [Verse 2: Master Kato] Hold up, I heard these n***as got him So what's the f**in' deal, n***a, we gon' f**in' rob him? Okay, I'm not gon' rob him but my n***as gon' solve him Lil' n***as love the .38s, they love them problems Ayy, 45th and Evans, n***a I came from the bottom Stayed down with the juggin', now my shoes red bottoms I said yeah we good, Mama, you ain't gotta stress now Money comin' in, I just watch it stretched out, yeah [Chorus: Master Kato] I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh**, extended, b**h Get that work around, no, this sh** ain't endin', b**h And if he holdin' pounds, have my n***as get his sh** Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh**, extended, b**h Get that work around, no, this sh** ain't endin', b**h And if he holdin' pounds, all my n***as get his sh** Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip