Song Lyrics

Kio, Kio, Kio

Snuck in this bitch with my fye (fye)
I walk around with the knots (knots)
I get to counting the guap (guap)
Fingers is blue when I stop (stop)
Gotta get rich 'fore I die (die)
Bands, I be needing a lot (lot)
Came from juuging and swiping the card (card)
Now I'm the big dog on the yacht (yacht)

Finna get a new 'Vette cash, narcs on my ass
Young niggas' wilding 'cause they never had a dash
She just bust that pussy open 'cause she see I got the swag (uh)
I ain't talking about the clothes, just the (?), ho
Rockstar, give some coke to your main ho (uh)
Bring the Draco, take your head off
I'ma get drunk in this bitch and have a shoot out
Hit 'em with the MAC, he be acting like "Who that?"
Baby want some molly, yeah, she really tryna boot up
I'm kinda lit but I still shoot it
She just wanna f*ck in the back of the Bentley
When I wake up in the morning, MAC or the .50?
Never leave the crib without the tooly
My slime told me "Hold up, let me shoot it"
Hit 'em in the leg, get a ring
Hit 'em in the brain, get a chain
Got some new K's and might send the gang
Ice in my teeth same color lemonade (lemonade)
I'm from the east side
Cracking in cars, they living off pizza (pizza)
Stack it then blow it at Neiman (Neiman)
That's why my neck on Katrina (Katrina)
She wanna real nigga to beat it
Mornin', mornin', check, bitch
Finna catch a jet lift
Finna catch a jet lift
I'm on to the next bitch

Snuck in this bitch with my fye (fye)
I walk around with the knots (knots)
I get to counting the guap (guap)
Fingers is blue when I stop (stop)
Gotta get rich 'fore I die (die)
Bands, I be needing a lot (lot)
Came from juuging and swiping the card (card)
Now I'm the big dog on the yacht (yacht)
Ayy, snuck in this bitch with my fye (fye)
I walk around with the knots (knots)
I get to counting the guap (guap)
Fingers is blue when I stop (stop)
Gotta get rich 'fore I die (die)
Bands, I be needing a lot (lot)
Came from juuging and swiping the card (card)
Now I'm the big dog on the yacht (yacht, ayy)

Know the youngin' snuck in with that fye (that fye)
I had to get rich 'fore I die ('fore I die)
All this money, it stack to the sky (sky)
Every day I thank God I'm alive (I'm alive)
Still that same nigga that be creepin' with that SIG or the MAC-10
Sittin' on blocks, we in your bushes where the grass been
My bro got it, now I see him in a casket
Heart real cold so now I'm stackin' up this cash, bitch
Flip the bloor, and then stuff the bands in the attic
Bitch, kick my door in, I ain't even flip the mattress
Now I smoke for any nigga who wanna have it
Pawn your jewelry and then I went and bought a (?)

Snuck in this bitch with my fye (bitch, fye)
I walk around with the knots (knots)
I get to counting the guap (guap)
Fingers is blue when I stop (stop)
Gotta get rich 'fore I die (die)
Bands, I be needing a lot (lot)
Came from juuging and swiping the card (card)
Now I'm the big dog on the yacht (yacht)

Caleb Sheppard, Nick Simmons, Kiowa Roukema

The duration of Ride Wit Da Fye, Pt. 2 is 3:14 minutes and seconds.