Ridin
Riding with a Holy Ghost
Push start here we go
Game so cold like the poles
Shoot yea with a scope
Game so cold like the fuckin pole
My neck really icy you can feel the cold
Man I opened up doors where you wanna go
Where I'm bout to go you don't even know
Yeah clement white pull up with a stick
Yeah pull up with a Glock
Yeah you know I'm from the block
Trapping in my fucking spot
Yeah we shooting in the spot
Yeah you know I'm going to your girls spot
Fucking on the spot
Yeah you know we do it
Yeah we do it
We don't even play no games
Yeah you know I'm about to reach my fame
Yeah you know you pussy nigga she said you fucking lame
Yeah you know I'm going going going
Man I'm rolling rolling rolling
Butter Fly yeah canal
I got the coinsliders I don't even need a well
I got these groupies on dms tryna slide
All these joburg hunnies full of pride
I don't fuck with that I'm not that guy
Crushing through the hood with my woes
They call me a fuck nigga when she the hoe
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth
Dior on my face
Clement White man I never caught a case
I'm from the urban why you think they call me trace
Yea I Want that Prada
That Prada Prada
That balenciaga
Yea Fuck it fuck it fuck it
Riding with a Holy Ghost
Push start yeah we go
Game so cold like the poles
Shoot yea with a scope
Push start here we go
Game so cold like the poles
Shoot yea with a scope
Game so cold like the fuckin pole
My neck really icy you can feel the cold
Man I opened up doors where you wanna go
Where I'm bout to go you don't even know
Yeah clement white pull up with a stick
Yeah pull up with a Glock
Yeah you know I'm from the block
Trapping in my fucking spot
Yeah we shooting in the spot
Yeah you know I'm going to your girls spot
Fucking on the spot
Yeah you know we do it
Yeah we do it
We don't even play no games
Yeah you know I'm about to reach my fame
Yeah you know you pussy nigga she said you fucking lame
Yeah you know I'm going going going
Man I'm rolling rolling rolling
Butter Fly yeah canal
I got the coinsliders I don't even need a well
I got these groupies on dms tryna slide
All these joburg hunnies full of pride
I don't fuck with that I'm not that guy
Crushing through the hood with my woes
They call me a fuck nigga when she the hoe
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth
Dior on my face
Clement White man I never caught a case
I'm from the urban why you think they call me trace
Yea I Want that Prada
That Prada Prada
That balenciaga
Yea Fuck it fuck it fuck it
Riding with a Holy Ghost
Push start yeah we go
Game so cold like the poles
Shoot yea with a scope
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Writer(s): Je-ste Van Neel
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