Ride Or Die Lyrics

Win at all cost

You know, YPC

Young Paper Chasers whatever you wanna call this shit

You know

Baby B

Yeah

Yeah

You know, hit his bitch and then hit his main bitch

And his side hoe too

Uh, uh, I got big ol bags

The Fuck

I got big ol bags

And these bitches tryna fuck with me

Hit his bitch from the back

My nigga turn him to a mystery

You can't see me lil' nigga

Nigga where I'm supposed to be

I got big ol dough

And these niggas cannot fuck with me

Nigga play your cards right like it's poker

You a joke to me

All these niggas pussy

They some felines

They can't fuck with me

All these niggas pussy

They some felines

They can't fuck with me

In and out your hoe

When I hit it you can't fuck with me

All my niggas slide

Nigga 15 with a stick or die

Nigga cannot ride

Nigga you know I do or fucking die

All these bitches tellin' lies

Tell a hoe who get it right

Nigga I'ma ride or die

My nigga if I see my life

I love all my money

And my bitches comin' too

I got money with my niggas

Nigga we all stay on two

And these bitches tryna fuck it

Nigga I'll give you two for one

I got cooking in my pot like curry

I'm the chef, I'm the Don, nigga

Woke up, woke up with some money too

Nigga all my niggas know me

I'ma bulletproof who

Got my money comin' in bro

Tall my nigga how it do

Got my money comin' bro

Tall Mutombo, comin' too

I got big ol' bags

These bitches tryna fuck with me

Fuck his bitch then turn his ass

Into a fucking mystery

You can't fuck with me my nigga

You a fucking kid you see

15 with a slide

My nigga hit him and he couldn't be

All my niggas slide

If I ever die just let him ride

If a nigga lie

Turn his ass into a cooking pot

Nigga know me nigga

When I hit it you can't wait to lie

Nigga know me when I hit it

Nigga you can't wait to try

15 years old my nigga

Ride a stick if he ride or die

Cooking up the pot my niggas

Know I never tell a lie

Do not trust these bitches

Put these bitches over money

Oh nigga that's you nigga

I'm just sorry you real funny

Cause I got big old bags inside my rack

Nigga I woke up with that fucking cash

And that stack nigga

You think you tripping off a bag

Cause I'm that nigga

YPC my label so you know I'm that nigga

Young paper chasers whatever you wanna this shit

Yea Baby B uh