ride or die! ft. NoInvites & 4nova Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I keep moving on
Without you by my side
This game isn't fair
But you never cared
No, never at all
I hate the thought
You love the pain
Our love is deranged
I don't like to be tied down
So maybe we could fly away
To a new coast, new place
Trying out a new day
New clothes, new face
And I'm grinding every day when I wake up
She hasn't been the same
Since a really bad break up
But shorty you're fine
Tryna fuck up your makeup
Party all night
Hit the club when the days up
Man I'm so tired of being stressed out and studying for life lessons
In my own dimension
Then she say I don't give her attention
Like sorry shorty
I'm just tryna run it up
Say, if you can hold it down
Then I could take you to the top, but
It's kinda hard for me to trust you
Hope you know I'm only doing what I must do
And sorry I won't come through
Baby I don't got time
And I will block you if you hit me with that bullshit
I'm so tired of the you special
No respect me level
We together, think we separate
Use emotions how you feel for leverage
So messed up
Can't catch a break
We get toxic when we wake up
Break up
It's the same shit everyday
I don't have the answers just the questions to the why
Act a certain way
I don't wanna sympathize
I just wanna get to know
Right between the thighs
Oh me oh my
Baby keep me company tonight
Supposed to be my ride or die
But baby you treat me so bad
This hurts my head
Where was the good
You did me so bad
This game isn't fair
But you never cared
No never at all
I don't like to be tied down
So maybe we could fly away
To a new coast, new place
Trying out a new day
New clothes, new face
And I'm grinding every day when I wake up
She hasn't been the same
Since a really bad break up
But shorty you're fine
Tryna fuck up your makeup
Party all night
Hit the club when the days up
They wasn't fucking with the vision
But there's really no limits
Life or death mission
Bank account six digits
Got bitches on my line
Cuz they know I'm the ripper
Got stars on my belt
Feeling like the big dipper
I'm enticed by that heavy hitting shit
Like Mike Tyson knocked me out
Still skrting in the whip
I'm enlightened to this shit
I been making moves quick
Think the plug fucking living with me how much I trip
Man these hoes tweaking out
Not me I keep my cool
Man these bitches over here will try to play you like a fool
Try to play you like a punk
Gotta smoke 'em like a blunt
But keep your head up, you don't have to give a fuck
Cuz they think they really hard but ima show 'em how it's done
Practice what I preach
I don't ever gotta front
Custom made, one of one
They ain't doing it like us
Know they got it all wrong
Gotta show them how it's done