CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : My Ride

We got thirties
Treyway
Oh yeah, man
Treyway
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Woah

Hold up and pimp my ride
Hold up, I took your thot
Hold up, I beat my trial
Hold up, I boss my wife
What up with you, lil' shawty?
Let's eat some calamari
Play, I release a shot
And I'ma hit somebody
Hennessy, I'm tryna pipe up on my ride
Alright
Woah, God extend my life
Yeah

Look at the flick of the wrist
Shawty, check out the way that it glist'
Oh, I was just poor, now I'm rich
Yeah, now I eat steak like a pit
Used to sell birds like Abercrombie
Now I'm just tryna be Mitch
I peep at the way that you (Yeah)
I slime out my rounds through the 6
I came a long way from the sad stories
Now a n***a gettin' richer than Lee
I'm getting big
Baby, hush, you ain't sh*t but a trifling stinky dirty b*t*h
Yeah