Lyrics:
really riding with the Sig
I'ma miss the Molly with the Henn'
I'ma put the .50 in the G
I'ma climb the streets once again
We ridin'
These niggas don't
vibin' away
Got a bullet in my heart, but I be ridin' the pain out
Lil baby get your pride out the way
We could trip around the city just vibin' today
got a whole grip
I be going with the flow on and on like some voodoo
I knock it out the park hella strong right on by you
Got them gunslingers bang by
I'm gonna get my 32-20, my baby she ridin' around in a
V8 Ford
Lord, I'm gonna get my 32-20, my little girl ridin'
Around in a V8 Ford
Well, you
know what to pray for
All these prices on my head, gotta be protected by a halo
I try to tell my brothers, chill, but they keep ridin' around with Dracos
From that bottom it'll make something up out of you
Ima show you what I gotta do
Since a kid I been scarred all my life
All these wrongs I won't do
show you I done did it I done already climbed the ropes
Let me show u im tired of the jokes
Let me show you by the pain that I wrote
Let me show u
Let me
Yo... ay...
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street
gettin touched I don't think these niggas feel me
Lick a nigga seal it and we mean it sincerely
Hit a nigga first for a nigga come and kill me
I'm ridin
Really tryna waste my time
Ridin' around in that two door
Why you tryna hit my line?
I just got in, my feelings for you love
Gotta go stay on my
Gliding, timing
Sliding, shining, whoa
Mandem on the glidin', slidin'
Better be in check and on timing
Pull up in the ridin', glidin'
Step out in
Gliding, timing
Sliding, shining, whoa
Mandem on the glidin', slidin'
Better be in check and on timing
Pull up in the ridin', glidin'
Step out in
Riding with my niggas you know what's in the Swisher
Cup is activated but we ain't on a mission
We just riding
We just riding
Ridin with my niggas
Said just remember my pain
I'll always walk thru the rain
I told my momma believe in me we gone... See better days
Know these niggas gone hate
I'm
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
getting faked out by these fake ass people
No way
They just wanna talk now, tryna catch me slippin'
Wait, what?
I'm looking at a dog kennel
Cause all I see
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't
Top down when we in the Cadi
Ridin in the night, she tatted on fleek like
Bad girl, she just wanna Rollie
Ballin out like Curry in Margiela Tabi's
people that left are the ones that said they'll never change up
Pain I feel strongly
Can't trust a soul, even my own family scarred me
Some days I'm
They either hate or they on your side
Fuck it, we ridin' (fuck it, we ridin')
Playin' games just to ease your mind
Damn, I'm high (damn, I'm high)
ridin' with a hundred guns
Talkin' out your neck, bet you sweeter than a honey bun
Couldn't get a penny, now I'm ridin' with that damn chain
Dissin' on me,
with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin
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