Hop In My Ride Lyrics – BRUHMANEGOD

​paparaw, we gon’ turn the f**k up on these hitters, man

Hop in my ride, what’s up?
Swinging my whip ’til the sun up
Sub bumpin’ Max B ’til my tears blood
Shut the f**k up ’bout it
Hop in my ride, it’s a cold night
I know 5-0 waiting, my dog, hold tight, bruh
I hit the gas and my soul light up
Wish I could ride around all of my life, yeah

Yeah, me and BRUHMANEGOD real, we don’t f**k with marks
Smoking on a Backwood so big, it look like tree bark
At the supermarket with my b!tch, she fillin’ up the cart
B!tch, it’s 2024 and you still smoking carts
I remember being broke as f**k and eating Pop-Tarts
Riding down Bellflower Avenue, this Long Beach, n!gga (Yeah)
From the Bay to L.A., we rollin’ strong weed, n!gga

Sunrise, I’ma drive it in the ground
You don’t know none ’bout the sound, no, you don’t
Couple suckers tryna put me in the ground
I don’t really give a f**k, just

Hop in my ride, what’s up?
Swinging my whip ’til the sun up
Sub bumpin’ Max B ’til my tears blood
Shut the f**k up ’bout it
Hop in my ride, what’s up?
Swinging my whip ’til the sun up
Sub bumpin’ Max B ’til my tears blood
Shut the f**k up ’bout it, hop in my ride

Yeah, yeah
Swinging my whip and I don’t even got a license
West Coast born, ain’t nobody tryna buy this or bite this
I’ma let it ride, I provide this
Swag you can’t believe
I just had to pull up and show up
Had to let these motherf**kers know that I go dumb
Had to let go of the wheel

Yeah, hot sun on the concrete city streets
Rims spinning on the whip with the leather seats
Doing ninety on the highway, f**k the police
I see you walking, you could

Hop in my ride, what’s up?
Swinging my whip ’til the sun up (Yeah)
Sub bumpin’ Max B ’til my tears blood (Yeah)
Shut the f**k up ’bout it
Hop in my ride, what’s up? (What’s up?)
Swinging my whip ’til the sun up (Yeah)
Sub bumpin’ Max B ’til my tears blood (Yeah)
Shut the f**k up ’bout it, hop in my ride

B!tch
You know what the f**k goin’ on
This that Brahman, BMG
From San Fran to the LBC
Smoke some