Ride & Clutch, Pt. 2

Lemme see the way that you whine and kotch
Body had a bruk back, firing shots
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch

Let me see you bruk off your back
That's me, order dat
This body give gyal heart attack
Give her back shot, ben' over, come arch your back
Drill out the pum pum 'till it's heart attack
Leg pon' shoulder, feel it in belly, even Popcaan would say bloodclot to that
I wouldn't do Young Adz on a gyal but I still get brain, there's no harm in that

Five star, I'm the in ting my darg
I'll bring it to your yard like Chinese, who's that at your door, Ching Chi Wa
Man came with a dozen, three times four (That's twelve man)
Man get so much brain off your girl that lately, manaman think I'm smart
Gyal wanna whine and kotch every time I pot a noodle all in my car

Free off the corn when we ride and clutch
Bust, there's bare residue on my gloves
Gyal wanna reverse then give man uck
No fuss, let me rev in a crutch
Three point turn, now the mileage up
ANPR, I'mma rise and dust
My YT still baggin' the B in the ends, don't rush (I'mma need that grub)

In jail I was swinging my arms on free flow
Now I fly shows when we go down Heathrow
Look in my eyes, babe, hold this deepthroat
Same way gyal on my reload, D low
Don't fold bro, stick to the
Bang on our opps and munch on a reload
Findin' my opps like Finding Nemo
I tell the rap boys, make way like kilo

Lemme see the way that you whine and kotch
Body had a bruk back, firing shots
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch

Lemme see the way that you ride that stick
Pum pum so wet, I can slide in quick
Ten outta ten, how could I pipe and dip
Only right she get this dick twice like Twix
Big gyal wan' take wood from the boy
Tell her, whine them hips when I light this spliff

Don't let your gyal ask me for the time
When the diamonds hit, she wan' climb this dick
Step, step with racks in the bag
She don't take the chat, the gyal bad
Sexy, best of the batch
Now go tell your ex to relax
Shake it, shake it, baby, baby girl, bend your back
Switch it, speed it up, make it clap
She wan' free it up for the cash

Had to run back the 125, I thought the two wheeler was automatic
Fuck it, the four door's better in traffic
Up this three litre and get shit cracking
J-J-Just copped a pack from Europe
Now I'm waiting for a don to send the tracking
Now I need a visa for most places, makes me even feel stressed that Brexit happened

Man don't even bareback leng ones but two-two times had to bare hand lag'ers
I see the shubz get shut same time that the dancehall queen get whine and daggered
Now everywhere I go, free clothes, I'm flattered
Everywhere I go, gyal pree, man's flattered
But where was you, broke times, no hammers
Try bang on a Bob Marley mash, get Jammin'

Lemme see the way that you whine and kotch
Body had a bruk back, firing shots
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch

Wait, let me just start off
Should'a seen how I swerved my last one
Coming like a '98 Roberto Carlos
Ride this clutch, find the biting point
Last thing you wanna do is stall off
Only do business, money just flips
Now she lost for words, she don't really do talking

The tings left with the mandem in a Uber
Pissed, now you wish you had your rental sooner (Pissed)
Used to fit money in a shoebox
AirForce, how many times did we get new ones
Said I like bad ones, rude ones, cute ones (Cute ones)
Cah it's all love when they see us
And I don't care if she bad and boujie
Still she gets rubbed in a Toyota Prius

Lemme see the way that you whine and kotch
Body had a bruk back, firing shots
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch



Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Armstrong, Miguel Cunningham, Daniel Lena, Mozes Banjo, Montana Thomas, Kane Caleb Stonehouse
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