Ridah Gang (feat. Lil Sauce)

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Lil Hurache

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Huh
Lil n***a
Aye

Lil n***a, Lil Bitch, Imma Ridah
Imma tough boy, Lil boy, Ima fighta 
Mob in out my way, Imma sucka free 
Woke up cashed out, Where my queen bee
Stealing all the fame, pussy come and catch this fade 
Fake ass hoe catch this before she cut your braid 
Come and catch me lil n***a with the fitters, and brodies, and the hittas 
With some bitches ready for them
Didgets all these snitches needed bitches Talkin boy cut the stitches 
Your mommy cooking kitchen 
Stir fry imma hit it
Bro Lil Sauce gonna go f*ck your auntie
Hit up mollys catch up boy, I'm Lil Hurache 
Musty boy, Lil Boy, get them racks up 
Switching lanes on them hoes, making big bucks
Coming through clapping all these bitches, imma hit it 
Wanting clouting lil n***a I aint fucking missing
Got the banker on the phone, gonna cash out 
F*ck the school, its a prison, Imma bail out 
Speak my mind boy related, your my homie now 
Still a Ridah 3 n****s boy, illuminati 
I could never go and snitch, I ain't tell nobody 
Stop flaking Lil Boy, now where my money 
Always crying pussy scared, running to your mommy
Lil Sheath bouncing rache kangaroo ur bouncy 
Got no time for no bitch, getting rollies now 
Young bull with the hands, from the dog pound
Stupid bitch monkey see, monkey do 
Counting all the checks, always making something new
Spot a digger on the street, call me spy kid 
Hoe u aint getting dick, not making bids 
Did nothing black mailed, running from the cops 
Got the glocks in my pocket, like black ops

Bitch i'm up now, you ain't up next
Yo bitch hit my phone, cause she want sex
Bitch, you fake as f*ck
Bitch, you want clout
Hop off my dick
Bitch, go fucking pout 
Grind out all week, get the bread 
Bitches coming over, and they wanna give me head
I don't care about you, cause you acting hella bummy
Started acting different when you see me with some money
All flexed out, yea we rocking with Versace 
Keep a shooter with me, so I got my bro Hurache
Don't have a home, I be living in the stu
When I get bored, I count paper if it's blue 
All these rappers talking all this shit, but they stay frontin'
All my shit real, Bitch I talk my shit, but stay stuntin'
30 clip, on my hip, make a bitch dip
Took her to my crib one night, but I still hit
Imma Ridah, Lil bitch, Imma fighta
Always stay lit, where the motha fucking lighter 
Pass the bitch to my bro, cause I hit the hoe 
Stop rapping Lil bitch, you ain't got no flow 
If I go to the store, it's gonna sell out 
Shopping all day, yea that's my workout
Lil Sauce gang bitch, and we moving closer
close ur eyes Lil bitch, cause we taking over

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