October
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I pour up the lean, I roll up the blunt
That be for the go
She say that I'm clean, and she wanna fuck
I told her I'm cool
I gotta get the bag, but she give me top
She just give me throat
I move with my slime, he yellin "slat"
He wiping his nose
Oh, we anaconda
We the piranhas, animal code
Your bitch wanna ride me
I get inside. like I be at home
I'm feeling so cocky, nigga can't block me
I gotta glow
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
Two bad hoes, they gone blow
They gone blow (Yeah)
Drop that four, in my sprite
In my soul (Yeah)
Need that moment, now I'm right
I'm on go (Oh)
And I'm finer than your hoe
And I'm finer than your hoe
I can't trust no hoe
I just trust a pole
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I pour up the lean, I roll up the blunt
That be for the go
She say that I'm clean, and she wanna fuck
I told her I'm cool
I gotta get the bag, but she give me top
She just give me throat
I move with my slime, he yellin "slat"
He wiping his nose
Oh, we anaconda
We the piranhas, animal code
Your bitch wanna ride me
I get inside. like I be at home
I'm feeling so cocky, nigga can't block me
I gotta glow
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
Two bad hoes, they gone blow
They gone blow (Yeah)
Drop that four, in my sprite
In my soul (Yeah)
Need that moment, now I'm right
I'm on go (Oh)
And I'm finer than your hoe
And I'm finer than your hoe
I can't trust no hoe
I just trust a pole
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
I ride with the beam, don't ride with a thot cause she gonna fold
I'm up on the scene, peeping the block it's cold like October
Got Rick on the jeans, won't take my heart
On guard by the pole
I keep it a bean, don't know how to cap
I keep on the low (Aye)
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Writer(s): Lone London
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