Ride With Shordie, Pt. 2

Bro like, "Is we gon' swing tonight?" I brought out that thing tonight That bitch go tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu (run that back Turbo) You won't get seen tonight or heard I look back like, "Word?" Bet that we gon' swerve, after we sell this bird I'm wearin' my Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40 Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party? Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama "I'm sorry" Finishin' what we started, they forgot, but we caught 'em I'm cut like that I should be ridin' with savage, come with the baggage Fuck it, I'm already crackin', we really makin' it happen Come with the front end, and the back end too Jump out, let the MAC hit you, get in, slide with me Feel you don't side with me, that shit don't fly with me I'm really makin' a sequel, servin' them people Don't really fuck with no people, you really fuck them people Don't play with people, you really thinkin' we equal Give it out, she with all the pressure, why you with all the extras? How you don't feel with me, this makes it a longer lesson Feel me now, why don't we take a ride? How could you take a side? Tell me what it is and what it ain't, how could you stay alive? Most of my niggas ain't got a girlfriend, I wish I was the same So if they come and take it all away, I be in these Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he aint't a rat A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40 Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party? Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama "I'm sorry" Finishin' what we started, they forgot, but we caught 'em I'm cut like that Woah, ay-yeah, ay-yeah Woah, ay-yeah, ay-yeah Wearin' my Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he a rat A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40 Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party? Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama "I'm sorry" Finishin' what we started, they forgot, but we caught 'em I'm cut like that Baby, have sex with her, mmm, mmm-mmm I'm cut like that (they been trying read this nigga lyrics) Mmm, mmm-mmm I'm cut like that That shit was It was that gangster shit Alright, I'm outta here