[Verse 1]

Hey

Beep, beep, beep, beep

Pretty boy Midori, got the keys to the Jeep

Self-made don, straight cash, fuck a lease (Shhh)

I’m legit but I don’t trust the police

Cot damn, here we go again (Not again)

White men, killing us again

Can’t win

Now we poppin’ Xans

Rest In Peace Juice Wrld

I swear I don’t understand

We started from the bottom

Never had a helping hand

Tell me what’s the point of being rich and lonely man

Make a couple bands

Go and split it with yo’ fam

I ain’t got no baby momma, having kids ain’t in the plans

Like whoa, slow down

King Midori I don’t play around

Well respectеd in my playground

I keep it G’d up at these showdowns

I’m a

[Hook]

Trill nigga makin’ that cheese

Cubans on my nеck, be on freeze

Try me and my niggas gon’ squeeze

I got everything to succeed

Picture me riding, Riding

Never hiding, I be outside

Pretty chick always on my side

That’s my ride or die

Like Bonnie & Clyde, Hey

Are you down to ride?

Are you down to ride?

(Skurr, Skuuuurr)

Ride (x8)

Ride (x8)

[Verse 2]

You know the saying homie

Check yo’ self

Fore’ you wreck yo' self

I mean i’m black myself

Cops crusin’ down the block

My homie watch yourself

Gotta, stay on yo’ toes

Don’t ever play yourself

Cuz you, trippin’

If you don’t keep it on yourself

I mean I breeze through, anything

I’m blessed myself

Big checks, big moves

Gotta flex, bigger jewels

Going plat’, make tunes

Me and Klass can’t lose

Uh?!

We family on this side, everybody’s riding

Touch one my guys and I’m really slidin’

I ain’t playin, leave yo’ mind racin’

One phone call and

Poof!

You’re now Swayze

Now I don’t wanna’ talk, cuz I know all yo’ flaws

Man you could never ride with me

See when you gettin’ money

Niggas act funny

But I ain’t no dummy

I told you i’mma

[Hook]

[Outro]

(Riding, riding)

Crusing down the streets with Chibi

Bet you see me

(Riding, riding)

Picture me rolling with Klass

Man we over here

(Riding, riding)