Shordie Shordie, Murda Beatz - Ride With Shordie, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Bro like, "Is we gon' swing tonight?"
I brought out that thing tonight
That bitch go tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu (Run that back Turbo)
You won't get seen tonight or heard
I look back like, "Word?"
Bet that we gon' swerve, after we sell this bird

I'm wearin' my Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap
That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat
A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back
Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40
Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?
Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama, "I'm sorry"
Finishin' what we started, they forgot, but we caught 'em
I'm cut like that

I should be ridin' with savage, come with the baggage
Fuck it, I'm already crackin', we really makin' it happen
Come with the front end, and the back end too
Jump out, let the MAC hit you, get in, slide with me
Feel you don't side with me, that shit don't fly with me
I'm really makin' a sequel, servin' them people
Don't really fuck with no people, you really fuck with them people
Don't play with people, you really thinkin' we equal
Give it out, she with all the pressure, why you with all the extras?
How you don't feel with me, this makes it a longer lesson
Feel me now, why don't we take a ride? How could you take a side?
Tell me what it is and what it ain't, how could you stay alive?
Most of my niggas ain't gotta call a friend, I wish I was the same
So if they come and take it all away, I'll be in these

Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap
That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat
A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back
Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40
Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?
Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama, "I'm sorry"
Finishin' what we started, they forgot, but we caught 'em
I'm cut like that

Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah

Cartiers, catch me, I'm in the trap
That boy he talk too much, he gon' tell if he ain't a rat
A pistol and a quarter, got felonies in the back
Tell her to pick me up, I got people that need a sack

Now I got her ridin' with Shordie, let me in with a .40
Say it's opps in the corner, how they leavin' the party?
Pull up on 'em, we on it, tell my mama, "I'm sorry"
I'm cut like that