Ride Around
I didn't begin in the studio like that
You know you get to pa-paralysing
Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up
Ron-Ron, do that shit
Ron-Ron load this shit up 'cause I'm 'bout to load the TECs in (bah)
All these bitches want me, why these bitches think they special? (What?)
All my niggas geekin', if you tweakin', we gon' press you (nigga)
I just love this money, I got hundreds on my schedule
Lil' ho, I ain't really trippin' 'bout that lil' dough
I'm good, though, ambitions of a rider like I'm Lud Foe
MasterCard, accepted everywhere, lil' bitch, I'm good, ho
Check your grandma house, your mama house, I'm even in the hood, though
Gang bang, pistol ridin' shotty when I change lanes
Bang bang, hit her from the back, I hear my chain swang
I don't know this bitch, but she just fucked me 'cause my stage name
All these niggas' bitches gettin' fucked because they stay lame
Facts, all my niggas stay with the packs, yeah, that's a fact
And if you at the gate, you gettin' taxed, yeah, that's a fact, nigga
And these niggas with me and they all shootin'
Got 50 of 'em off the molly, and they all booted (gang, gang)
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (ooh)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch (wow)
And if he holdin' pounds, have my niggas get his shit (get his shit)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (bitch)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my niggas get his shit (wow)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip (ooh)
(Hold up) I heard these niggas got him
So what's the fuckin' deal, nigga, we gon' fuckin' rob him?
Okay, I'm not gon' rob him but my niggas gon' solve him
Lil' niggas love the 38s, they love them problems
Ay, 45th and Evans, nigga, I came from the bottom
Stayed down with the juggin', now my shoes red bottoms
I said, yeah, we good, mama, you ain't gotta stress now
Money comin' in, I just watch it stretched out, yeah
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (ooh)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch (wow)
And if he holdin' pounds, have my niggas get his shit (get his shit)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (bitch)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my niggas get his shit (wow)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
You know you get to pa-paralysing
Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up
Ron-Ron, do that shit
Ron-Ron load this shit up 'cause I'm 'bout to load the TECs in (bah)
All these bitches want me, why these bitches think they special? (What?)
All my niggas geekin', if you tweakin', we gon' press you (nigga)
I just love this money, I got hundreds on my schedule
Lil' ho, I ain't really trippin' 'bout that lil' dough
I'm good, though, ambitions of a rider like I'm Lud Foe
MasterCard, accepted everywhere, lil' bitch, I'm good, ho
Check your grandma house, your mama house, I'm even in the hood, though
Gang bang, pistol ridin' shotty when I change lanes
Bang bang, hit her from the back, I hear my chain swang
I don't know this bitch, but she just fucked me 'cause my stage name
All these niggas' bitches gettin' fucked because they stay lame
Facts, all my niggas stay with the packs, yeah, that's a fact
And if you at the gate, you gettin' taxed, yeah, that's a fact, nigga
And these niggas with me and they all shootin'
Got 50 of 'em off the molly, and they all booted (gang, gang)
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (ooh)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch (wow)
And if he holdin' pounds, have my niggas get his shit (get his shit)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (bitch)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my niggas get his shit (wow)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip (ooh)
(Hold up) I heard these niggas got him
So what's the fuckin' deal, nigga, we gon' fuckin' rob him?
Okay, I'm not gon' rob him but my niggas gon' solve him
Lil' niggas love the 38s, they love them problems
Ay, 45th and Evans, nigga, I came from the bottom
Stayed down with the juggin', now my shoes red bottoms
I said, yeah, we good, mama, you ain't gotta stress now
Money comin' in, I just watch it stretched out, yeah
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (ooh)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch (wow)
And if he holdin' pounds, have my niggas get his shit (get his shit)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my shit, extended, bitch (bitch)
Get that work around, no, this shit ain't endin', bitch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my niggas get his shit (wow)
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
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Writer(s): Laron Antwan Robinson, Malik Carson
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