Lyrics:
Anytime, any way, any how, right now!
Are you ridin' high? Well, I'm ridin' high.
Soul standin' by, soul standin' by.
Oh, I'm ridin' high, well, I'm
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Rollin it up, (up, up) loaded as fuck/ (fuck, fuck)
Smokin it up, TNL ridin, we don’t give a fuck/ (TNL!)
Rollin it up, (up, up)
Haha
It's KaiLo
Go ahead and pack up 'cause we going for a drive
Feeling kindy fly with a shorty by my side
We ridin' through the night
Yeah we
know
I gotta keep ridin'
A few months later I'm sit-in at the dine-in
Saw the pain in the waitress eyes
As I handed her a ten
Had to shake her shame
Nigga, why you actin' like my homie
I'm still there gettin' money and niggas is movin' phony
So, I be ridin' by my doley, can't put my trust
And these
10 toes down by myself to the end (10!)
Ri-ride through the city
I'm out here screwed up and playin' that Keke (Houston!)
I'm tryna see me with guap in
Pull out the Chevrolets nigga
(Well if dey gon' pull 'em out, what years dey need to pull out Trick?)
Pull out da 71's, 72's, 70tre nigga
(Ha, Ha,
Ridin’ with Manolo
Feelin’ like I'm Tony
I did it by my solo
Did it by my lonely
I’m ridin’ round with Tony
Feelin like Manolo
Never had nobody
I did it by
So that’s how you slidin', Oh that’s how you ridin'
Oh that’s how you slidin', Oh that’s how you ridin' (Yea)
Nigga want play he get hit with that
brother did a race and now he totin' (Race)
Oh (Oh), you don't know me (You don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (Skrrt, skrrt)
we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him
I swear i got it ,I swear i got it
I swear i got it I will never give up
Life is good I will always shout out
Ballin is a credit
Grindin my identity
tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
(What the hell they talkin' 'bout?)
And if I got it, I bought it
'Cause boy, you know I'm cashin' out (cool)
36 Os, so I'm ridin' 'round with that
H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
Intro
Aye, Aye.
Hop out smoking hallelujah.
Ridin, around with my jeweler.
My jeweler say I need a shooter.
Steph Curry I'm my own shooter.
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
I'm standin'
Y'all can say it's luck but I know that it's plannin'
Shout out to the pain that gave me understandin'
Shout out to my gang, it turned
make my ride go straighter
I will pass you by as if you ride a ton o' lead
till you're gearin' down I'll be a hundered miles ahead
I'm ridin
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