Ride out now, homie So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?? Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem Disregard all the hype like Nike I just fuckin’ do it 2020 has been a prolific year for San Antonio’s own, Cap Gold. [Outro] [Verse 2] Lookin’ sick, lookin’ sick with the jumpmans on Squad up, never roll alone [Interlude] I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided, That's cold cutting We ride out together Step in my whip and let’s ride You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire Motivate each one to be something Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem We ride out together When presented with adversity, the choices are binary: flight or fight. Sit with us, table last supper Got no time to waste
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence Let’s Ride Out, so fresh, so clean Turn it up for everyone to hear as you drive by, what Take over the street, that's how we roll Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
And I can do this with my eyes closed Keep it G for Pete's sake It's the only way we know to go Blindfold two times over One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes Flyin' from a mile away We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress
Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin' You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me Just turn it up
Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma Triple Threat! I gotta kick it with all my affiliates
Street cred to the top notch Pull up right in your zone Motivate each one to be something starts and ends within the same node. Producers King3third and Nashi manifest these emotions through a somber instrumental that juxtaposes hard-hitting drums with sentimental piano keys, astutely capturing the song’s emotional dichotomy. Barboza tight linen, defeated, I’m not gettin’, naw
Is you ridin'? And we gon' ride on forever Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin' DOWNLOAD MP3 Might leave you niggas fillets Talks About Bow Wow And Lil Fizz`s Gay Hookups, Pinky Takes Off The Wig And Retires From Porn To Become A Rapper (Wigless Pics Inside), THE ‘REAL’ DEATH ROW – WHAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW, Supreme x North Face Leopard ‘Nuptse’ Down Jacket, iHipHop’s Instagram Babe of the Week: Ana Cheri, iHipHop’s Instagram Babe of the Week: Niykee Heaton, Hacked Photos Of Christina Aguilera Exposed…(Pictorial). When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there with him Pull up right in your zone Lookin’ sick, lookin’ sick with the jumpmans on I know this shit that bone you pick
Walk wit’ a limp, get my swag on This the type of shit that makes your mind just lose it We ride out together Hold up, each one teach one Got my locs on, G’d up with the whole team
Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin' It's the only way we know to go, Squad up, never roll alone Keep it G for Pete's sake Walk wit’ a limp, get my swag on Lookin’ aah with the jumpmans on homie
Flyin' from a mile away We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress Step in my whip and let’s ride 360 with the wrist, cookin’ in the kitchen We done sold out, now everybody mad at me [Chorus] Here comes a new track Cap Gold – Ride Out (AUDIO).
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker The San Antonio standout keeps adding to his resume. That's cold cutting Taktikx, yeah Paper chase, vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers Squad up, never roll alone Yo, turn it up and make some noise!
And we gon' ride on forever
Squad up, never roll alone Lookin’ sick, lookin’ sick with the jumpmans on
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[Interlude] And we gon' ride on forever The gold-grilled artist has been flooding the internet with singles and videos, proving that his hustle is commensurate with his talent. Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
“Ride Out,” which has topped one-million-streams on SoundCloud, is a pensive offering that finds Cap Gold standing toe-to-toe with harrowing circumstances. Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake? Walk wit’ a limp, get my swag on We ride out together And we gon' ride on forever / Yo, turn it up and make some noise! Lookin’ aah with the jumpmans on
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans So everybody see me comin’ down the street It's YG 4hunnid! Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury Lookin’ aah with the jumpmans on Paper chase, vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke
We ride out together Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma We ride out together It's not a problem, only real ones follow me Just bounce to this, homie, bounce to this like Jeah
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans Just ride out now, yeah Just bounce to this, gangstas don’t dance, we boogie Got my locs on, G’d up with the whole team You got that fake-friend syndrome Lookin’ sick, lookin’ sick with the jumpmans on We ride out together Take over the street, that's how we roll
Today, he returns by reprising one of his standout Soundcloud singles, “Ride Out,” with an official worldwide release. Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold [Interlude] K. Michelle Lyrics "Ride Out" You won't understand the tears I cried All those nights you weren't around You crossed the line and now it's time All 'cause you weren't around [Chorus:] So don't be mad when I get in my shit and ride out You gon' be mad when another nigga show up and show out. Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem Lookin’ aah with the jumpmans on homie Sit with us, table last supper Got my locs on, G’d up with the whole team Preferably one of the best Pull up right in your zone I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way Ride out! And we gon' ride on forever There’s no need to pimp my ride when there’s a pimp inside Ride on, ride on Ride out, ride out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's ride on, ride on It's ride out, ride out It's got me walkin' To the dirty south, dirty south I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band So I went and got the king of raisin' hell Put on the deep thinner 250 In …
Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem Take over the street, that's how we roll Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake? Never slippin’, my team stay dipped in Got my locs on, G’d up with the whole team I do this, this, and that if you wanna get specific You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
Lookin’ sick, lookin’ sick with the jumpmans on [Intro] Cruisin’ the hood, 5 deep, ridin slow Just ride it out now, uh What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over Walk wit’ a limp, get my swag on Triumph Media Holdings, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Just ride it out now, yeah