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[Rich Homie Quan:]
Came in at first, had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'
We done sold out, now everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'
Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem
Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem

[Hook - Kid Ink:]
Em          
It's the only way we know to go
C
Squad up, never roll alone
D
And we gon' ride on forever
Am
We ride out together
Em
Pull up right in your zone
C
Take over the street, that's how we roll
D
And we gon' ride on forever
Am
We ride out together

[Tyga:]
Em
Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
C
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
D
I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalog
Am
One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
Em
But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke
C
Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
D
We are not alone, boy, better check your tone
Am
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans
Em
Sit with us, table last supper
C
Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
D
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
Am
You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me
Em
Preferably one of the best
C
She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death
D
Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest
Am
We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Chorus]

[Wale:]
Em
Ridin' on ton of waves
C
And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no
D
Flyin' from a mile away
Am
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me
Em
And I can do this with my eyes closed,Blindfold two times over
C
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
D
I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over
Am
Talkin' all Melatonin, get it and fight coma
Em
What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire
C
History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'
D
You don't believe it? Then try it,We don't believe in just tryin'
Am
I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided
Em                                                   C
That's cold blooded,And I've been this dope for like four summers
                                 D
And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say,Keep it G for Pete's sake
Am
I know this shit that bone you pick,Might leave you niggas feetless

[Chorus]

[YG:]
Em
It's YG 4hunnid! Is you ridin'?
C
Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence?
D
If Jimmy got caught up, but you right there with him
Am
So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?
Em
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
C
When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate
D
You got that fake friend, San Tone
Am
There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show
Em
You know the code, stick around, hold it down
C
never fold, Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns
D                          Am
Hold up, each one teach one, Motivate each one to be somethin'
Em
Cause I ain't just another statistic
C
I do this and that if you wanna get specific
D
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
Am
For me and my day one hitters

[Kid Ink:]
Em
Ride out!