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(JTK) (KookUp, what's up?) Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' 'bout that shit I wanna know, would you ride with me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' for that shit I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Pop your shit in any weather, quick to put a bitch together Don't judge me, treat me better If you love me, show me, don't tell it I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? I never felt this way ever, I feel it, it's something special Studio, on the phone with you, can't even finish my session Just treat my kids like they daddy, my baby mama the devil Ain't no pressure 'bout no bitch, on my lil' boys, it's whatever Baby, I be in the mix, I'm thuggin', flippin' they shit Two Dracos and a stick, everybody bound to get hit Would you be on the side of me? Put your life on the line for me? Quick to do a nigga bad, every week you get new bags Letras de cancionesDouble R, I press the gas, I ride this bitch with no class Don't let them get on the side of me Show me you ridin' so I can see Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' 'bout that shit I wanna know, would you ride with me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' for that shit I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Pop your shit in any weather, quick to put a bitch together Don't judge me, treat me better If you love me, show me, don't tell it I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? She fallin' for a steppa, taking chances with Berettas Big Glock in her purse gon' hold me down, ain't gotta tell her In and out the bank, you woulda thought I was a scammer All these hunnids on me, woulda thought I robbed a teller I got monsters on my sweater (Fendi) Drip designer, never dingy Bought a Glock, extended blicky Never lack, I keep it with me Just like my gun, she right there by me We in the bricks, know where to find me I came from shit, got rich from rhyming Drippin' in Dior, swapped out of Simons Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' 'bout that shit I wanna know, would you ride with me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Baby know I'm in the mix, I'm bangin', ridin' with sticks Ready for whatever, I hope you dyin' for that shit I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? Pop your shit in any weather, quick to put a bitch together Don't judge me, treat me better If you love me, show me, don't tell it I wanna know, would you ride for me? I wanna know, would you die for me? From Letras Mania