Текст песни Ride Slow - Cam feat. Garrard

Yeah, yeah let's get it
This beat is hard as shit
This beat is hard as shit
Woo, woo, woo!

Everyone of my homies, they ride slow
Like really all we care about is bankroll
If you ain't getting to the money, go home
It's not all we care about, know bro
Polo, with the jeans cuffed at the bottom
That was all I used to wear now I'm on the top
Getting outta my pocket, only dimes dropping
See these hunnies, and they fine, they be dimes walking, straight 10's
Got my Old Navy on with my Tim's
Belt to match, and a stash for the pins
Leave em back, I can't gotta peep the fit
Cause if I don't, my money, ain't gon' waste it
Walked straight passed em, wait I can't harass em, did that in the past ha, joking they were bastards
Mess around and leave us alone we gon' blast ya
Us we sticking together just like a magnet do
Everyday I realize that my magnitude, in the rap game, is average to
The damage do, to California from the all flames and fumes
I be pressing the keys just like pianists' do
I'm managed fool, a man with truth
Hungrier than all famine youth, my plan has proved
Win or lose, I'm raising the roof
I'm praying for you, racing my new car as l wave to you

You can see me in the rear view
Ain't it clear to you? That we ride slow even in the mirror too
I done had enough i'm bout to scram boo
"Wait honey don't go, you forgot your damn shoes"
Still leaving cause I'm done with your ass, all the way through
She gonna try and sue, but won't be able to
Effortless connections are the best they
Help me, when your rich and wealthy

Are you taking a selfie? Get out
Of my car
Damn social media, I hate it I'm a star yes
But I don't give a fuck about your fucking progress, your dog, and all the thoughts of what song is best
An artist, who has really high targets
I don't need a distraction, in this world of nonsense
Fuck
You wanna talk, don't DM, try to call me
If you direct message, you already lost me
I'll put the middle finger emoji then I'll bounce
How many fucks I give, not even an ounce
You can't trust me, no promise is allowed
Lustfully, I'm lusting, can't seem to calm down
This is how it goes with me, couple hoes with me
In the Rolls, psych, I will never sell my soul for peace
Assaulting me, nah they be on the pole for cheese
They be rats in the gutters
Stashing photos see

Everyone of my homies, they ride slow
Like really all we care about is bankroll
If you ain't getting to the money, go home
It's not all we care about, know bro
Polo, with the jeans cuffed at the bottom
That was all I used to wear now I'm on the top
Getting outta my pocket, only dimes dropping
See these hunnies, and they fine, they be dimes walking, straight 10's