Lyrics:
Okay)
Wait hold up stop
Aye before I go bend this block, Lord
Could you ride me
So I can see what it is
And what its not
Okay let's rock
The day is
boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's OK, yea, that's alright! ya
I'm
to the next city
Riding wit' the dope boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's
tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac
I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make
a move on
Lil shawty I'm hot right now!
You fuckin wit niggas that's lukewarm
Real shit stop fucking wit Saucy
Call bluff & them niggas'll off em
Lord
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from
on Joe-Joe
Where niggas carry sticks like pogos
And sip slow-mo
You bird niggas get no Dodo
And we know so
The way I'm balling lately niggas surprised I ain't
they pull up you gon' pop 'em wit this pistol
I been running instrumentals since a jit, bitch I'm official
My granny want me to change, she don't
Rap off a phone how i'm catching my plays
Made the trap jump in like 29 days
I'm gettin dis cake you can tell by they face
I f*ck wit the love but
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
it’s been fuckin wit my mind
I’m runnin out of time baby is you ride or die
Is you ride or die
Your hearts desires are covered by insecurities
It’s my
get this green
Crock pot
Real hot
Have you seen a fein
The dread head Gandhi tatted wit conchi
The 90s I call it home
I'm a product of Giuliani
From
in (slide in)
Then he slide out (slide out)
Grip a grain
Yea you ride out
(Rideeeee)
[Hook]
Right foot up
Then slide with ya toes (I said)
Left foot
the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
[Verse 1]
They got me livin' like (what!),I ain't worried 'bout
the Martha who got the Snoop
If you imposter I see the truth
I make a offer they make a move
Head shot we hitting Targets wit red dots
I hit the market like
smoke well I got Kush and I got Rugers
Fuck wit me and Ima really give them niggas cancer
Don't say you love me you can show me
Keep acting funny Ima turn
Can I take you on a ride with me
Show you how love should be
Show you off be my Queen
That's how you feel when you Roll'n Wit Me
Roll'n Wit Me
Roll'n
Chevy to start a campfire wit'
The doors open by remote that's why you see no handles
Watch the doors go up like a Lambo
Brand new 24s on the Chevrolet
I
(Kidd A-M mhmm)
Baby if u fuckin' wit me
Don't be iffy, it ain't tricky
If you ridin', den you ride
When da world against it
If you slidin', den you
my last song of the evening
Hope you guys had a good time
You know I do it for you
We gon rock like this
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
Yea, ay
What is life? I thought you'd know
You planted a damaged seed, determined to see it grow
Sprouted up wit some weeds but we'd never partake
a friend
She in love wit' a nigga
Down for whatevea' she ah' ride to the end
She in love wit' a nigga
She in love wit' a nigga
She in love wit' a
Niggaaaa
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