RIDE WIMME Lyrics – Aitch

Read the full RIDE WIMME lyrics by Aitch along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aitch’s music, you can also explore POP IT OFF and LUV?, two other songs by Aitch.

[Intro]
Coldest motherfu*ker in the north of England, brother
Know what the f—
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Look, yeah

[Verse 1]
I can’t fu*k with people that are sitting on the fence (Ah)
Brothers pushing weight and they ain’t sitting on the bench, yeah
Shawty told me holler when I’m finished in the trench
So I’m calling for some head like I’m flipping on the pence, on God (Ooh)
Baby girl can hold some cold shots
Super Bowl with the necklace how I’m throwing those rocks (Haha)
Had the dojo looking like an overgrown crop
Pull up solo and we can go toe to toe (What?)
Mic check, ice check, man are fly as LiTek, yeah
Spin a pu*sy in the booth, I’ll spin him on the live set
Spilling money in the coupe, big spliff and white vest
You’re still bummy in a suit, lose the tie and try less (Haha)
I mean, look
You don’t need the grease or have gotta read books
To be smart enough to see that I’m fu*king G’d up, yeah
I just pulled up on the scene, now I’m seeing these doves
But they’re stealing my steez, what the fu*k? I need cuts

[Interlude]
B!tch
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me?
It might get a little icy when you’re riding with me
Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see
If it’s right for you, then it’s right for me
Tell me I can trust you when you’re riding with me
Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you’re riding with me

Putting money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah
Tough for you, but it’s light for me, yeah

[Verse 2]
What the actual fu*k? (Huh?)
Spark a man, tell a boy, “Chat to my foot” (Bah)
I don’t pay for bottles, I make racks in the club (Woo)
I don’t pay for models, I just— (Shh), never mind
Yo, I got cribs sitting back, gas catching the dust (Grrah)
Whips for the track, you get lapped in the truck (Skrrt)
The lazy ones got the most chat when they’re up (Trust)
I don’t judge you by your cover, but the actions you took, little b!tch (B!tch)
Hundred thousand on me when I’m stepping out normal, yeah
VVS the chain, rose kettle informal, yeah
Shawty wet-wet, got me flexing this snorkel, yeah
But if it’s red dead, I’m just getting this, woah
Say they gonna ride, don’t be playing with my time, yeah
Get to raking up this money, I ain’t raking up a line (Ah)
Got the blazer in the ride in case a paigon wanna try
Baow, baow, baow, baow, now you’re laying on your side

[Interlude]
Yeah
You can’t roll with me
B!tch

[Chorus]
Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me?
It might get a little icy when you’re riding with me
Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see
If it’s right for you, then it’s right for me
Tell me I can trust you when you’re riding with me
Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you’re riding with me
Putting money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah
Tough for you, but it’s light for me

[Outro]
Yeah
You know who the fu*k it is, young Aitch
Manchester, 0161
Come ride with me, baby girl
Yeah