Team 600 - Down To Ride lyrics

[Produced by Dami Tha Prince] [LA Capone] My n***as k**in' we be drillin' sh** up on the drive Two 30 shots up out that 50 bet them n***as crash I've still got twenty in that semi now I'm on their a** Thats 10 to 10 they can split it, put that in the dash I use to f** with a plenty of hittas, some them n***as fake Them crackas locked up most my n***as, so it's f** the jakes That boy be acting like he with it, but he sweet as cake Loyalty don't come in a circle, boy these n***as snakes Can't trust these b**hes either You know we hot as heaters Quida she was a sneaker, but now Quida a sleeper One call, I have buddy out the window D Block, 600 my kinfolk You ain't tryna' make cake? Whatchu in fo? f** with us? You don't know whatchu in fo All black neat things, with extendos Out the cut, it's your boy with the dreadlocks No legshots, just headshots 6-0 smoking dope out the ziplock These n***as ain't real, they flip flop You can tell got guap, from the wrist watch Big sh**, make em dance like lil jay I don't think they really want gunplay (nawwww)