JT Machinima – Ride or Die Lyrics

Let me ask one question, where the cash at? You’ll take the next one dear
Put you to sleep six feet deep under me
Then any memories left of you will become tumbleweeds
Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up, got no time for fisticuffs
Take your hands stick em up, then your cash, give it up
I’m a stud who’s just as hung as a huge horse
Make the ladies swoon as soon as I’m through the saloon doors
Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores? Wanna go toe to toe in a showdown? Why am I diggin’ up graves? my wild side doesn’t like to hide
I’m tryna find a goldmine, that’d be dynamite
But if I can’t I hold a ransom at the highest price
Cuz fuck nine-to-fives I’m the kind of guy for heists
With a whiskey-drinkin’ problem, I don’t mid the vice
Check the sky, when it’s high noon, time to strike
I’m a deadeye, get out of my line of sight
We all know the law has bounds
That they’ve drawn around
That won’t stop us now
Your corruption draws us out
Now your once calm town
Has a bodycount
I’m an outlaw, are you proud pa? I’m rolling with the bad cats, in the blackhats
I’m basically a beast of burden, baggin’ fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and then we’ll wrap fast
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She’s not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it’s worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I’m a lot of work for the
Lawman – why would I run and hide
I’m the best lookin crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
Cuz we roll deep, and we’re ride or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you’re gonna lie, hogtied
And I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line
No rush for gold cuz I got my pockets lined
I’m never settling down, cuz I’m a traveling man
That’s why I know these roads like the back of my hand
We keep chugging, gotta stay on track
We’ve hoarded enough scores we could break our backs
Better tell the undertaker to get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smoking
The barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver’s holster
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you’re cuffed and locked up, time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die
We don’t do it for the ladies
You’re my ride or die
No it ain’t about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we’re all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it
Step into the wild west frontier
Where the tracks have been laid with plenty of sweat, blood, tears
Anyone looking for men who behave, ain’t gonna get none here
Take a ticket for the pain train, cuz I’m the engineer
Gonna get off of the rails, so then I can just steer
Forget redemption I think revenge is my next carreer
Nobody better betray the gang, you’ll get hung, clear? Leave your wife home, unless you want me to do yours
I left behind the quiet life
Why? draw
You can bet when my Winchester sounds off
Even butch Cassidy’s bunch would up and bounce, Y’all
Covered in bulletholes – is how you’ll be found
The smell of your blood is smothered by all the gunpowder around
You’ll become another chump in one of my stories that I can tell
By the fireside at night, children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded, Arthur Morgan
John Marston’s taking notes, I was long before him
I’m a rolling stone, a lone-rangin’ rockstar
But I’m not on my own , otherwise I wouldn’t have got far
Doesn’t mean I don’t keep my cards close to my own chest
Trust is tough to be earned living in the wild west
Whoever’s by your side whether you’re in fight or flight
In the end, your only friend is you to ride or die
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you’re cuffed and locked up, time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die
We don’t do it for the ladies
You’re my ride or die
No it ain’t about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we’re all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it