Hills

Lyrics

Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 Yuh
 My shooter asked me what I want, bitch, I say, "Headshots"
 And I'm skrrtin' off all in that Ghost since I'm a dead guy
 Hol' up, we gon' leave you lit, that's a promise, not a threat
 I call BooBonz and it's go-time
 And we really makin' movies, all my shooters think it's showtime
 If a pussy-ass nigga want the smoke, we can rеally make it happen
 Bitch, I'm Reggiе Miller from the three
 I'm bustin' threes at your mothafuckin' cap fitted
 When I hear your name 'round the block, boy, they say you ain't valid
 Mixin' all the Runtz with the cereal milk and salad
 Nigga, it's murder she wrote
 Poppin' all on these drugs, I can't feel my toes
 Blues and blues and blues and, put my in comatose
 I'm gettin' rich, you broke as shit, you ain't got no glows
 That's just how it go
 I'm remixin' all the pints, I give him Karo, case closed
 I don't wear no cape, so, nigga, I ain't gotta save hoes
 I was fuckin' all up on his main bitch and he ain't know
 Ayy, numb her like a Perc' with my dick inside her damn throat
 Ever since a jit, bustin' magics out the bankroll
 Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 Yuh
 Lil' mama asked me what I want, bitch, I said, "Dead top" (Okay)
 That ain't no ketchup on your shirt, man, that's a red dot (Ayy, ayy)
 And I'm posted with the dope dealers
 We can't do no broke business (Okay)
 It's grams out the circle
 That's equivalent to scope-kills (Yeah-yeah)
 I fucked that bitch right out her track
 'Cause she too hot to spoke with it (Mm)
 Posted up with cold killers (Yuh), late-night on a dope mission (Yuh)
 We can't leave no track marks
 My past gave me a black heart but now I'm swipin' black cards (Okay)
 Out here, used to splat (Okay), but now we buyin' things (Yuh)
 Pull the money out the pussy
 Turn 'em to some M's, shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
 I got three diamonds on my fist
 I turned up to some sick shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
 Rebound on me 'fore she jumpin' on my dick
 Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 Ayy, tell me, is you ridin'? Is you slidin'?
 If I walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
 I done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
 I can't trust a bitch, fuck around 'cause I got no feelings
 

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Duration
02:40
Key
4
Tempo
180 BPM

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