Would you ride for me
Automatic doors
Open suicide baby
Im a gentleman
I open doors for mines baby
Love to see you walk through
You looking fine baby
You looking fine baby
Hi baby
I'm about to take a ride
There in no time baby
Tryna make you all mine
Tryna make you my lady
Would you die with me
Would you pick up the gat
Go Bonnie Clyde with me
One Love
Two minds
Three Guns
Polish shine
1 Heavy , 2 Light
3 minutes, Gunfight
Gotta keep her safe
We in a war zone
Everyday I wake up
It gets closer to home
Everyday I stay up
I am in my element
I am in my zone
Everyday I pray up
Hoping my people
Make it home
Gotta let you know
I got perfect timing
I could keep up with the tempo
They gone count me out
But Im gone count up Tenfold
If she ride with me
She'll be rolling with the dough
Would you ride for me
Automatic doors
Open suicide baby
Im a gentleman
I open doors for mines baby
Love to see you walk through
You looking fine baby
You looking fine baby
Hi baby
I'm about to take a ride
There in no time baby
Tryna make you all mine
Tryna make you my lady
Would you die with me
Would you pick up the gat
Go Bonnie Clyde with me
She always let me know
When theres a problem
Aint nobody that I can trust
Ain't no other options
Loyal till I die
Because its Death
Before Dishonor
Living royal lives
Found out
What my highness likes
She wont ever leave my side
Thats my babygirl
Yeah thats my ride or die
Ain't the type to switch sides
Her seat is reserved in my ride
She get what she deserves
She get what she likes
She was earning with me
So we got to spend that twice
She be coming to me
She dont need no other guys
She gone be dripped out in ice
And I always knew
I was gone spoil my wife
You my only girl
I'd put a ring on you twice
Would you ride for me
Automatic doors
Open suicide baby
Im a gentleman
I open doors for mines baby
Love to see you walk through
You looking fine baby
You looking fine baby
Hi baby
I'm about to take a ride
There in no time baby
Tryna make you all mine
Tryna make you my lady
Would you die with me
Would you pick up the gat
Go Bonnie Clyde with me