[Intro]

This ain't cheddar, this quiche!

[Chorus]

Got a bitch to ride or die

Ride your circus on my bike (Woah-woah)

Doin' this syrup to circulate

Fuck her, just to make her late (Ayy)

Throw it just to rock her life

Take her just to rock her life (Woah-woah)

Calling just to rock her life

Ride it just how I like my bike

Take her on a field trip

Take her out her house (Schyeah)

Take her on a trip (Schyeah)

Take her out her house

[Verse 1]

I'm spittin' out venom

The baby not real, it's not in 'em

Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em

Close that boy door, we dismiss him

I done got too high, just a little

And I'm out my mind, just a little

Red Lambo', like Skittles

Double O-5, we criminal

I ain't bought a yacht, bought a missile

Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em

Tape on it

Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones

Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'

Shawty keep hidin' my phone

You keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'

Pull up to your spot, we'll knock down

Pussy and [?] throat, take some

[Chorus]

Got a bitch to ride or die

Ride your circus on my bike

Doin' this syrup to circulate (Do that)

Fuck her, just to make her late (Ayy, do that)

Throw it just to rock her life (Hold up)

Take her just to rock her life (Hold up)

Calling just to rock her life (Hold up)

Ride it just how I like my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)

Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)

Take her out her house (Uh-uh, schyeah)

Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)

Take her out her house (Huh)

[Verse 2]

Whippin' that bitch like a rental

Two hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mental

Medical plans, I'm all in her dental

We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel

Niggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fennel

She can get bad, we pay, it's a [?]

Save a [?], on the bezel

We goin' plat' off these Ye instrumentals

You brought a stick, but we came with the metal

Ain't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reach

Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche

This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche

[Bridge]

You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

Some of the guys, I live in the kitchen (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

I'm on the mission of— ah!

[Verse 3]

Dodgin' the camera's and posts

We not no regular folks

Don't take no photos, no promo

I don't do no yoga, lil' bitch, I am not tryna pose

Thought you could push me, I been through the highs and the lows

Gone off that nitrous, so niggas can't see me, they don't want the smoke

Look at the damage they did to the G.O.A.T

I can't believe you say you're out of my league

When I could have bought every one of the teams that you watch

They wanted me outline and chopped

They threw dirt at my name and they rubbed it in salt

That's what I thought

I had some debt but I paid mine off

The life of celebrity definitely may be my fault

But that's why I got it

[Chorus]

Got a bitch to ride or die

Ride your circus on my bike (Woah-woah)

Doin' this syrup to circulate

Fuck her, just to make her late (Ayy)

Throw it just to rock her life

Take her just to rock her life (Woah-woah)

Calling just to rock her life

Ride it just how I like my bike

Take her on a field trip

Take her out her house

Take her on a trip

Take her out her house