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Shoreline Mafia Ride Out
Shoreline Mafia has been steadily dropping bangers over the last few years and their consistency has allowed them to enjoy quite a bit of success in the hip-hop world. The group has caught the eye of some big artists and in turn, has secured some dope features. Their latest collaborator is none other than Lil Yachty who just dropped Lil Boat 3.
Their new song is called “Ride Out” and to say there is a lot of energy here would be an understatement. Every single verse is filled with youthful exuberance while Yachty provides a cold and braggadocious chorus. The beat is skeletal and lowkey which allows each verse to truly shine.
Shoreline Mafia – Ride Out (ft. Lil Yachty)
Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I just did this so fast
This shit, this shit is easy, this shit just hard
Run me my check
Lil Boat, ayy, bitch, gang
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, gang, ayy, whoo, ayy-ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, ride out, ride out (Skrrt)
With a stick and we ride out (Ride)
Ayy, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
Bitch, the gang out (Bitch)
Move out my way, bitch, move, I’ma burn out (Bitch)
Tell that lil bitch come through (Skrrt)
All that cappin’, break her back out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Man, who said I fell off? Fall off my dick, bitch
Been on my VLONE, be on my own shit (Ayy, gang, whoo)
Choppa get to singing like my own song, bitch
You ain’t giving top, shit, well be gone, bitch, hoe
[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
I run up with it (Ho), with the stick, it spittin’ (Grrat)
Shoot his whole face off (Shoot his whole face off)
Can’t tell you who did it (Can’t tell you who did it)
Bitch, I’m Rob Vicious (Bitch, I’m Rob Vicious)
And my life so savage (And my life so savage)
I retired from the Mavericks (I retired from the Mavericks)
All my ice, lotta carats (All my ice, lotta carats, yeah)
Fuck your wife, no marriage (No marriage)
Lil’ Rob just hit it (Lil’ Rob just hit it)
Then she suck my brother (Then she suck my brother)
Even fuck my children (Even fuck my children)
Man, this bitch trippin’ (Man, this bitch trippin’)
Man, this bitch vicious (Man, this bitch vicious)
I said, “Stop suckin'” (I said, “Stop suckin'”)
That bitch don’t listen (That bitch don’t listen)
I came outside, trap with the block today
I can get money all lots of ways
Remember when I had to flock and pay (Yeah)
Now look at them dollars Lil’ Rob just made
I run it up in a whole lotta ways
Swore I done called a whole lotta plays (Yeah, ayy)
I’m sick, need a check-up (Check-up)
I done ran me a check up (Check up)
Need a brand new Tesla (Skrrt)
Cartier got me lookin’ like professor (Skrrt)
I’m sick, need a check-up (Check-up)
I done ran me a check up (A check up)
Need a brand new Tesla (Tesla)
Cartier got me lookin’ like professor
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, ride out, ride out (Skrrt)
With a stick and we ride out (Ride)
Ayy, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
Bitch, the gang out (Bitch)
Move out my way, bitch, move, I’ma burn out (Bitch)
Tell that lil bitch come through (Skrrt)
All that cappin’, break her back out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Man, who said I fell off? Fall off my dick, bitch
Been on my VLONE, be on my own shit (Ayy, gang, whoo)
Choppa get to singing like my own song, bitch
You ain’t giving top, shit, well be gone, bitch
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
Stop, drop, mix it in the soda pop
Put the soda in the pot, I’m gon’ whip it ’til it’s rock
I said, “Stop, drop, mix it in the soda pop
Put the soda in the pot, I’m gon’ whip it ’til it’s rock”
Look, it’s OTS and QC, we fuckin’ all the groupies
Condoms for the cooties, she a snack and I’m Scooby
Smoke a nigga like a doobie, blow a nigga like a eighth
Bitch, I’m on the block, in my pockets, it’s a lotta cake
And I’m on your thot ’cause I heard she give a lotta face
I be pourin’ lotta eights, sip it raw, I love the taste
‘Cause I heard she give a lotta face
I be pourin’ lotta eights, sip it raw, I love it straight
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, ride out, ride out (Skrrt)
With a stick and we ride out (Ride)
Ayy, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
Bitch, the gang out (Bitch)
Move out my way, bitch, move, I’ma burn out (Bitch)
Tell that lil bitch come through (Skrrt)
All that cappin’, break her back out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Man, who said I fell off? Fall off my dick, bitch
Been on my VLONE, be on my own shit (Ayy, gang, whoo)
Choppa get to singing like my own song, bitch
You ain’t giving top, shit, well be gone, bitch, hoe
[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
I’m with Lil Boat but our pockets been on fat
In the Uber with my .30, if you try me, you get smacked
I ain’t worried ’bout no money, niggas know I’m gettin’ racks
I just hopped up in that foreign, poured the ‘Dusse then did the dash
I count a lotta money, I fuck a lotta hoes
I sip a lotta lean, I buy a lotta clothes
We got hella beef, nigga, we brought all the poles
Niggas think it’s hella sweet until we let that choppa go
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, ride out, ride out (Skrrt)
With a stick and we ride out (Ride)
Ayy, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
Bitch, the gang out (Bitch)
Move out my way, bitch, move, I’ma burn out (Bitch)
Tell that lil bitch come through (Skrrt)
All that cappin’, break her back out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Man, who said I fell off? Fall off my dick, bitch
Been on my VLONE, be on my own shit (Ayy, gang, whoo)
Choppa get to singing like my own song, bitch
You ain’t giving top, shit, well be gone, bitch, hoe
