Ride Out – English Lyrics

• By: Kid Ink, Tyga, Wale, YG, Rich Homie Quan
• Album: Furious 7 Soundtrack

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Came in at first, had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

We done sold out, now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll out, now e'rybody smashin'

Get ready 'cause you know we 'bout to be a problem, ayy

Hope you ready 'cause you know it 'bout to be a problem

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever (yeah), we ride out together

Ah, fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway

Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way

I fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalog

One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes

Paper chase, vamanos, all my dawgs ridin' smoke

Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold

We are not alone, bo-boy, better check your tone

You gon' need a lotta help, I ain't talkin' bank loans

Ah, sit wit' us, table last supper

Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers

Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury

You lookin' left to me, should be lookin' up to me

Preferably one of the best

She ridin' 'cause we next now and forever to death

Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest

We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together

We got no time to waste, ayy, ain't no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no

Flyin' from a mile away, it's not a problem, only real ones follow me

Ayy, look and I can do this with my eyes closed, blindfold two times over

Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers

I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over

Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma

What's a flea to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire

History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'

You don't believe it? Then try it, we don't believe in just tryin'

I call it peoples and leave 'em in hunnid pieces divided

That's cold-blooded, and I've been this dope for like four summers

And I ain't really goin' for the he say, or she say

Keep it G for Pete's sake

I know this shit that bone you pick might leave you niggas fillets

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever, we ride out together

It's YG 4hunnid, uh, is you ridin'?

Is you with all the burglarizin' and the violence

If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there wit' him

So the police askin' you questions, is you gon' keep quiet?

Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?

When I can't tell, that's the type of way that I hate (that I hate)

You got that fake-friend syndrome

And there's no cure, so your symptoms is gon' show

You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold

Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns

Hol' up (hol' up), each one teach one

Motivate each one to be somethin'

'Cause I ain't just another statistic

I do this, this, and that if you wanna get specific

I'm just tryna make payday come quicker

For me and my day one hittas (ride out)

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