Lyrics We Ride - Birdman , YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Hands up
Cash Money, motherfucker (Drum Dummie, yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt

They know them people in Durangos
Pulled a lеft, start to stop a nigga game flow
Yeah, wе got them choppa with them same clothes
Pussy nigga poppin' up with the same flow
We got the choppa in the Range Rover
Four deep in a Lamb' and a Range Rover
Yeah, we in a Benz wit' hundred stacks
They know that we coming back (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We doing the flipping stacks

Yeah, I got the Bentley with a mil' in it
Full dope, four doors and a mil' in it
Yeah, we got some beef with some pussy niggas
We know how we get it wit' em (Pussy nigga)
We know how we gon' deal wit' 'em

Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on

Even if I got to slang iron
Youngin' right here that's on side of me
16, bangin' at the same time
My nerves bad, went in my pack to ease my mind
Niggas hatin' but ain't gettin' close to me
I'ma fuck these hoes while I steady keep my wrist on shine

Hundred for that Redeye Charger
'Nother hundred grand for my momma, 50 for my brother lawyer
55 hundred for these sticks
To keep the pussy niggas in order, come on, bang out
Meech get a bitch from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida
Then probably be back up in that North, talkin' one night later
Ten million for my label, now sittin' on the table (yeah, yeah)
Youngin' played up where they trap at, ski'd up, tryna take 'em
All my niggas who real, with them I'm gon' break paper (break paper)
Still no fuckin' over niggas fakin'

Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt (yeah)

Look I'm back up in this bitch
And in this bitch, I got them sticks
How many you went and copped?
How many of 'em that I could get
Look I got three Unc', and that's 90 shots
Gon' clear the whole street, they talkin' millions, we can beef
I'm screamin', "Fuck that, we can meet"

He a cold-blooded motherfucker
Never been no stranger, built for this gangster shit
Down for some danger
Cold lil' nigga, like, Uptown finger
Trigger finger nigga like, "Who wan' bang out?"
My cold lil' nigga like, "Who wan' bang us?"
Talm' 'bout, "Uptown trigger finger, who want bang wit' us?"
You know this pimpin', been had the drip nigga, ya understand me?
Big money talk boy, ain't no small talk 'round here
(Like, who wan' bang wit' us?)

Hold on Five, Mouseman, catch the cut
Beezy, handle that, Big J, you know what it is
Jubba G, let's get it
Big money shit, anybody can get it
Rich Gang, Blatt