Tyte Eyes - Ride With Us lyrics

(*girl singing in Spanish*) [Hook - 2x] (why), do y'all think they call us Wreckshop (when), we mash 24/7 round the clock (what), the difference between y'all and us Who else to trust but us, streets come and ride with us [D-Reck] It's still in the safe, I'm trying to pick the lock If the music game is a dame, I'm trying to hit the G-spot They say bigger mean better, I say good dick make it wetter Why you spitting nothing address her, we wreck spitting for cheddar If the Shop fall off, that'll be the end of the South It's up to Reck connect the dots, where Lil' J left off I done studied the best, I done pa**ed the test Now grandma masking my medal, 'fore I settle for less I'm Texas raised n***a, with Texas ways n***a In the Lone Star State, we stay paid n***a Whether yay or whether hay, or the fly sh** I say You lil' dudes gon lose, or move the f** out the way It's the rap game, (man these n***as done turned this sh** into the cap game) Let's treat these n***as like b**hes, and leave em slapped mayn I don't talk it I Iive it, I post up and I pimp it I don't boast, just get it [Hook - 2x] [Tyte Eyez] f** the mainstream, and your lame fee b**h I'm in these streets knee deep, digging in your main queen And I know she cut for me, cause she be ironing my dickies And when I fall asleep, she be trying to give me hickeys Man she love my dirty drawas, even wash my socks man And be a tad bit nervous, when I hit the block man Cause I rock a foot long, and baby that is much harder Ask me how I know, because she drinks my bath water Got's of order y'all a body bag, cause y'all n***as through Don't ask me bout my flow, because my sh**'s sick like the flu I flew across the country, with that b**h from Argentina Her name was Annie Mae, but then changed it to Tina Like Ike, I do a dike too SUV on dub three's, Cadillac and bike too Man a night dude, some to a playas when the freaks come out We in the game in the gym, with the bleachers out [Hook - 2x] [D-Gotti] It's time to step on these hoes, rep on hoes Baby mama like, how them n***as slept on those Wreckshop pros, we done did it before You main squeeze hit it before, as you should know Bout me, Cocoa Shenelle with fresh odor sale You got it fresh up out of jail, and he fetching his mail Yeah I'm a dog, call me Rov' cause I'm in a Range The 4 on side of me, cause 'fore the game it's pain And the same damn thang, make you laugh make you cry Last in line, always the first to show out As I pour out some liquor, for my dogs that got swallowed We them same damn cats, that you other n***as follow 'Fore I wallow in my misery, I'm go and get some trees Before you talk down, better go and check my history Seriously we hot, the block done been took Jewels clothes and cars, did that come on hook [Hook] [Dirty $] It's time to tighten up your belts, slap on your chest straps Put your pads on the champs, home like the camp song Pressing Wreckshop stamps on, like some need a tampons Boys made a little noise, now ain't nothing happen-on These kids capping on, the foundation that we lay Without showing the respect, for the moves that we made Our dues been paid, paid in full We s**a free over here, yeah the Shop got pull And we've been outlaws, since we stepped in the do' Boss hogging everything, from ceiling to flo' The first major independent, sold a million of Moe Before Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though But that's ok, we gon put it in your face My pack back on track, in position to win the race Call this a skeet taste, the fam got mo' in sto' And since y'all on y'all way out, allow me to show you the do' (*door closing*)