A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch – B.R.O (Better Ride Out) Lyrics

By Samantha Allen

Published: October 11, 2022 | 1:43 PM GMT

BRO (Better Ride Out) Lyrics by A Boogie Wit Hoodie

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch – B.R.O (Better Ride Out) Lyrics

Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Said, I ain’t got no friends, all my niggas blood to me
Spilling in your ear, yeah, that’s blood money

Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Hating niggas fucking up my vibe (Yeah)
I’m getting money, yeah, I’m fine
If I call you bro, you better ride out
Just tell me what’s the word and we gon’ slide on guys
Me and broski popping thirties, no sleep
Don’t approach me if you ain’t got no love for me
I ain’t got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers
If I call you my brother then we gon’ ride
I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life
You know it’s whatever if you fight, I fight
Tell mе what’s the word and we gon’ slide on guys
Mе and broski sipping on Codeine
Don’t approach me if you ain’t got no love for me
I ain’t got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
I’m DTB forever, bitches know me (Know me, bitches know)

Verse 1: Roddy Ricch
Seven hundred thousand, a Phantom on a random
Buy the bitch a Birkin every time she throw a tantrum
My accountant on speed dial, I told him, “Make the transfer”
Ain’t got questions on ’cause I walk with all the answers
I pull up million dollar car (Blu, blu, blu)
I know some Bloods that are slime (Woo, woo, woo)
Blueberry seats, perfect time (Woo, woo, woo)

Verse 2: Roddy Ricch & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
The projects always showing love for me, yeah
Whenever I’m in New York, me and Boogie like cousins
Gotta fire up a jet and take a trip out to London (Woo)
My diamonds always hitting me, and Eliantte always up to something
Diamonds or baguettes, girl, just tell me if I’m heavy
I came from the bottom, I came straight out of poverty
I had to look around to see who’s with me and not with me
Tryna go and stacks these billions on the long road
If I tell you, “I love you”, that ain’t a lie
Until I make a couple million, I can’t go home
They want a championship, so I bought the two tone (Woo)
Bentley coliseum riding with the roof gone

Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Killed my vibe
I’m getting money, yeah, I’m fine
If I call you bro, you better ride out
Just tell me what’s the word and we gon’ slide, slide, slide
Just me and my broski sipping on this Codeine
Don’t approach me if you ain’t got no love for me
I ain’t got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers
If I call you my brother then we gon’ ride
I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life
You know it’s whatever if you fight, I fight
Tell me what’s the word and we gon’ slide on guys
Just me and my broski, popping thirties, no sleep
Don’t approach me if you ain’t got no love for me
I ain’t got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Whole damn gang, treat ’em like blood brothers (Blood brothers, blood brothers)

About Samantha Allen

Samantha Allen is a seasoned journalist and senior correspondent at TDPel Media, specializing in the intersection of maternal health, clinical wellness, and public policy. With a background in investigative reporting and a passion for data-driven storytelling, Samantha has become a trusted voice for expectant mothers and healthcare advocates worldwide. Her work focuses on translating complex medical research into actionable insights, covering everything from prenatal fitness and neonatal care to the socioeconomic impacts of healthcare legislation. At TDPel Media, Samantha leads the agency's health analytics desk, ensuring that every report is grounded in accuracy, empathy, and scientific integrity. When she isn't in the newsroom, she is an advocate for community-led wellness initiatives and an avid explorer of California’s coastal trails.