Soundtracks - Ride Out - Kid Ink, Tyga, Wale, YG, Rich Homie Quan lyrics

[Rich Homie Quan:] Came in at first, had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin' We done sold out, now everybody mad at me Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin' Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem [Hook - Kid Ink:] It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together Pull up right in your zone Take over the street, that's how we roll And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together [Tyga:] Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way I f**ks you like a matador, fresh out the catalog One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold We are not alone, boy, better check your tone You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans Sit with us, table last supper Toast to the brothers, some bad motherf**kers Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me Preferably one of the best She ridin' cause we next now and forever to d**h Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress [Hook] [Wale:] Ridin' on ton of waves And no way these n***as stoppin' me, oh no Flyin' from a mile away It's not a problem, only real ones follow me And I can do this with my eyes closed Blindfold two times over Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over Talkin' all Melatonin, get it and fight coma What's defeat to a giant, n***as feedin' the fire History, n***as be less them n***as flee when they flyin' You don't believe it? Then try it We don't believe in just tryin' I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided That's cold blooded And I've been this dope for like four summers And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say Keep it G for Pete's sake I know this sh*t that bone you pick Might leave you n***as feetless [Hook] [YG:] It's YG 4hunnid! Is you ridin'? Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence? If Jimmy got caught up, but you right there with him So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet? Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake? When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate You got that fake friend, San Tone There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns Hold up, each one teach one Motivate each one to be somethin' Cause I ain't just another statistic I do this and that if you wanna get specific I'm just tryna make bread come quicker For me and my day one hitters [Kid Ink:] Ride out!