Z-ro - Come With Me lyrics

Come with me… Gun with me… Do you wanna ride or die… Come with me real n***az ain’t no bums with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die I’m out on bond but I thank God, cause right now I’m not in jail Trying to hang me over nothing, can’t tell me I’m not in hell Ain’t got sh** on me, so they wanna catch me making a sale Just wanna lock up a rapper, to have a story to tell If I was walking she’d keep walking, since I’m not she gon’ choose me Cause it got two hundred on the dash, and a B on it’s booty The inside look like a basketball, call it Spalding in here Feel like I play for Houston Rockets, b**h I’m balling in here Sign this disclosure, no picture taking no calling in here Sit up straight and don’t touch nothing, act like the law is in here Go ‘head and take off yo’ panties, take off your bra up in here It’s just marijuana, c**aine ain’t what you saw up in here Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die Come with me, real n***az ain’t no bums with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die 2002, drove an Intrepid all through Mo City Texas Drunk so much codeine, my nasal pa**age was never congested Now when I wake up, I just might blow one thousand on breakfast This ain’t your usual salad, that ain’t no regular lettuce Got a hell of a schedule, I got a lot going on Everyday it seem like I say, look like we not going home I don’t talk to these broads, I only talk money on my phone If they ain’t coming with none of that, they can’t come in my home I love my haters for hating me, cause they keep me promoted They the reason I get mo’ money, but they didn’t even know it Assault rifle in every room, in case they come kick my do’ in I know they think I’m a rapper, they better watch where they going Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die Come with me, real n***az ain’t no bums with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die Nine people murdered in the church, my n***a I ain’t the one I’m in here singing and praying, but I brought more than one gun Police don’t write no mo’ tickets, just trying to murder someone Might as well say rest in pieces, soon as another one come They on my bumper if I go left, then they making a left Want me to reach for my wallet, so they can tase me to d**h Mad at me cause what they make in a year, I make in one check Mad at me cause I did that sh**, without me breaking a sweat I’m on my way to pick up a bag hoe, you making me late I got a warrant, and to jail is where you taking me straight Knock out my bond and my lawyer, without me breaking the bank Back at the crib before you get off b**h, I’m drinking some drank Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die Come with me, real n***az ain’t no bums with me What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die [x2] (Rother Vandross 2016, Mike Dean God damn right, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah These motherf**ers don’t wanna ride with me mayn, let’s go Uhhh uhhh, ride or die Screwed Up Click)