[Intro]

*Sound of a gun being cocked*

[Chorus 1: Chris Travis]

All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide

This that Raider Klan phonk, sink it deep inside ya' mind

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?

Quit with all that fakin', bitch

Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide

This that Raider Klan phonk, sink it deep inside ya' mind

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?

Quit with all that fakin', bitch

Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide

This that Raider Klan phonk, sink it deep inside ya' mind

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?

Quit with all that fakin', bitch

Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]

Smoked a thousand blunts

Got a nigga feelin' too straight

With a bad bitch, and I'm givin' her that bukkake

Nigga, fuck you mean? I get a new bitch every Tuesday

Boy, you niggas trippin', better tie up that shoelace

Chris fuckin' Travis, boy, you ain't gotta like me

I'm steezin' on yo main bitch, or better yet, yo wifey

No doubt that I'ma take her, muthafucka, more than likely

I slip back to my town and told that pretty bitch to Skype me

I ride around my town, my nigga, blowin' on that chronic

I hit the nearest Mickey D's for my fuckin' munchies

I'm laughin' at you niggas, 'cause y'all so fuckin' funny

Bitch, it's a dark day, even when it's fuckin' sunny

Shoutout to the Houston queen, Amber fuckin London

I'm slidin', rollin' solo and that Pimp C, bitch, I'm bumpin'

I'm lightin' kush blunts, 'cause a nigga feelin' grumpy

While you textin' yo bitch, my nigga, I hope you know she fuckin'

[Chorus 2: Chris Travis]

All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide

This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?

Quit with all that fakin', bitch

Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

All black when we ride, niggas cannot fuckin' hide

This that Raider Klan phonk, sinkin' deep inside yo mind

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

Is you ridin', or is you dyin'?

Quit with all that fakin', bitch

Is you tryin', or is you lyin'?

[Verse 2: Amber London]

You ain't fuckin' with the realest, trillest bitches on the rise

Grippin' the wheel, and poppin' the pill

We got to kill with no disguise

Niggas think it's all gravy, where they stake, to the fuckin' snake

You can't escape, we keepin' it real, my nigga, it ain't nothin' fake

I ain't dyin', I ain't cryin', no lyin', I'ma ride, bitch

You side bitch, the only time you on top is when you ride dick

You tryin' this, lil nigga, shoe size, size 6

Smokin' on exotic, that narcotic make my eyes stick

Don't act like you get it when you don't

'Cause yo wig, they will split it, and then sit it on the trunk

See them niggas ain't no punks

See them niggas ain't no lames

Switchin' lanes but ain't no snitchin'

Bitch, we come from different things

See them hoes don't know no pain

I ain't never felt regret

So, I'm strappin', mackin' the Chrome

And I'm aimed at yo neck

Naw, Amber ain't no killer, G

But I can do you lyrically

Come fuck with me

I'll gladly take you bitches where the spirits be

You hearin' me?