Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lewis Chamberlain-Straughn
Songwriter
Paul Marioli
Songwriter
Penaia Panapa Iafeta
Songwriter
Lyrics
I need a ride or die bitch
One that got the Wap semi-automatic packed in the Prada
I need a ride or die bitch
She get wrapped with the packs
looking eight years and she isn't saying nada
I need a ride or die bitch
She don't care about a suit in the Ritz want it over the Benz
I need a ride or die bitch
I know its money over bitches but I'm taking her over these bands
Stop drop it hot topic come with the facts
Way she pop bands like Green day
I'm thumbing through racks
Like I Line back at Green bay I come with the packs
Real player in these cleats way I muddy the stats
Stick and move like I'm Joe Frazier
Me and bae signing no waiver
Yeah we bout the business like a sole trader
Submariner got her wrist on gloss
Presidential Blueface like she Chrisean Rock
No Blueface but we get Bluefaces
Just Pattered her with Triple s the Black and blue laces
Manners to gracious it feel lonely
Only fighting over money but we fuck and then we still homies
Money make the world spin
We hurry cane through the city like a whirlwind
Manicures pedicures yeah we on some girl things
Diamonds with the pearl rings
RM shining I'm so Raheem with the Sterling
I need a ride or die bitch
One that got the Wap semi-automatic packed in the Prada
I need a ride or die bitch
She get wrapped with the packs
looking eight years and she isn't saying nada
I need a ride or die bitch
She don't care about a suit in the Ritz want it over the Benz
I need a ride or die bitch
I know its money over bitches but I'm taking her over these bands
Aye yeah we tapped in I'm still gracious
I got hitters catching real cases
locked from back when I had steel braces
Love a thug it's when she feel safest
If its drugs then all she know is white like a real racist
Bag three Ks she isn't leaving no clue
she got a shipment we can Cello tape the dope to
My bitch Griselda Blanco, celebrate at Nobu
Baccarat I got a couple racks that we can blow through
Kiss the vanity you star gazing
But she isn't blinded by a supernova
We get it wet up in my bed like you a super soaker
Soggy patches where we did it let me move you closer
Two white chicks, but I'm not with the Wayans brothers
Rubbered up but we can stain covers
Best friends but we became lovers
And it isn't nothing they can take from us
Fresh Flowers leave your grave covered
Coming like their Jane Somers
I need a ride or die bitch
One that got the Wap semi-automatic packed in the Prada
I need a ride or die bitch
She get wrapped with the packs
looking eight years and she isn't saying nada
I need a ride or die bitch
She don't care about a suit in the Ritz want it over the Benz
I need a ride or die bitch
I know its money over bitches but I'm taking her over these bands
I need a ride or die girl one who's there for me
I need a ride or die girl one who's there for me
I need a ride or die girl one who's there for me
I need a ride or die girl girl
Written by: Lewis Chamberlain-Straughn, Paul Marioli, Penaia Panapa Iafeta


