Released: February 1, 2013

Featuring: Curren$y

Songwriter: Curren$y Kevin Gates

Producer: Go Grizzly

[Produced By: Go Grizzly]

[Intro]
One, two, three, four, five, six
Bae hold on, you push a button for that to come up, baby

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Sent shorty in at the corner store
Sixty on pump three and a white tee
Two mountain dews for these double cups
We pourin' up this Texas tea
No dark denim, these light seats
Put a towel down 'fore your jeans bleed
Hit the cellphone, look while you in there
Don't forget to grab a pack of Swisher Sweets
My money made, that's obsolete
I know police is watchin' me
Been a long time comin', sold drugs on the corner
You could smell aroma when the doors swing open
Base so good every dope fiend know it
Get a free car wash, could be 4 in the morning
Maybe 5 in the morning on the highway twistin'
We rollin' up sticky, she rollin' down windows
Bout her business in a different way of livin' every day
Showing interest in the difference of opinion I don't play
Booty club, we pullin' up
This whip could parallel park itself
Heat chain protector, motion detectors
New car alarm, the car guard itself
My partner text me HTD
Which to lame people means hard to death

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Highed up, low key, push button start, no key
Ho roll up, nah on second thought break them trees up
Cause I'm not sure that you gon' roll one as cold as me
I was shown by G's, Forgiatos on my auto it's a car show on my street
It's a car show on my lawn and all them cars belong to me
I'mma a don, I'mma dog, I'm like drugs on these beats
She get high from my rhymes then she chase it with some E
Or, she be chasin' me cause I be chasin' cheese
Had the drive to buy all the shit I seen in magazines
I was 5 pictures of Ferrari's and Lamborghini's on my wall
Now if I wanna see one I just step in my garage

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
For my niggas in the pen I go hard sometime
White and red whip like a Marlboro sign
Put my arm on the line, 'nother out of state trip
God blessed me in and out of 8 whips
4 or 5 am and my eyes stay bent
I do not do sleep, but I do blow lamps
Alloy rim with the bulletproof tints
Say they don't like me, see me ain't do shit
I could think on them, no time for it
Mocha round me, he dying for it
Flood the game, new truck comin'
Move a lot of work, don't touch nothin'
Bread Winner Mafia fly
Most likely to try, run the opposite side
What that mean, just bought me a graveyard
I ain't gotta pay y'all when somebody die
Pourin' out liquor for my kids, me I miss 'em
Never had a destination, ridin' 'round the city
Adrenaline'll build up while I'm listenin' to Twista
Aim on your brain, blow your feelings on the fender
Think under your chin if I really pull the trigger
Everything you thinkin' 'bout to end up on the ceilin'
Ridin' with a bitch I DM'd off twitter
Hook up on chickens, bitch is you silly?
I am ridiculous

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day

Kevin Gates

Kevin Jerome Gilyard aka Kevin Gates was born February 5, 1986, in New Orleans, Louisiana but grew up in Baton Rouge. He began his career in 2006 as an artist on Dead Game Records.

Following a short stint in prison, in 2011, Kevin created BWA (Bread Winner’s Association), which is partnered with Atlantic Records. He lives with his wife, Dreka Gates, and now his two children Khaza and Islah, which he named his hit album of 2016.