Rider

When ian on that paper route I'm in her chest like a cold,
Like a wallet full of check cuh that b*tch ain't gon fold,
If she down for you she gon treat your a like some gold,
Stick around with you make sure you don't go down that road,
When ian on that paper route I'm in her chest like a cold,
Like a wallet full of check cuh that b*tch ain't gon fold,
If she down for you she gon treat your a like some gold,
Stick around with you make sure you don't go down that road,
My face glass at the mall I stay in it like a booster,
She ain't know what real was till a n*gga introduced her,
Pretty young thang but she got brains like a cougar,
Got me swerving damn I hope it ain't no lights on this cruiser,
Had to tighten up almost flipped the whip like a O,
Loud on my ass can't feel my legs like I'm Joe,
Sell it for the high but you know I copped for the low,
The hood flaming like a b*tch left the pot on the stove,
In traffic bust to bust I sell it all for a fee,
My dawgs riding dirty now them crackas on em like flees,
Ain't no lame vibing had to crank that b*tch up like keys,
Sauced her up no Bobby Flay now that b*tch on her knees,
When ian on that paper route I'm in her chest like a cold,
Like a wallet full of check cuh that b*tch ain't gon fold,
If she down for you she gon treat your a like some gold,
Stick around with you make sure you don't go down that road,
When ian on that paper route I'm in her chest like a cold,
Like a wallet full of check cuh that b*tch ain't gon fold,
If she down for you she gon treat your a like some gold,
Stick around with you make sure you don't go down that road, Real Sh*t



Credits
Writer(s): Yusuf Hedrington
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