ride

Oh, yeah

Oh, well, I'm doped up, sitting on a love seat
Yeah, there's three of y'all, there's only one of me
And I honestly wasn't expecting company but
That's okay 'cause now I'm tryna cruise and

She's tryna ride
She's tryna ride (yeah)

Motherfucker, get back, I'ma need that ass fat
Stripper club bitch with a lil' ass tat
A one-night ting, who would love to get clapped
With a 8-figure shape who might need her ass smacked?
I might just hit it, quit it
Put it on my shelf 'cause I'm with it, kidding
I don't need a belt, but I'm killing (this shit)

Pulling up my wealth then she bit it, slipping
I don't need the help I'ma hit it, quit it
Put it on my shelf (put it on my shelf)
Yeah, I don't need a belt (yeah, I don't need a belt)
Yeah, I'm killing (yeah, I'm killing)
Yeah-yeah, I'm killing (yeah-yeah, I'm killing)
I'ma hit it (quit it)

Put it on my shelf 'cause I'm with it
I don't need a belt 'cause I'm killing, yeah-yeah, I'm killing
Yeah

She's tryna ride
She's tryna ride
(She's tryna ride)
(She's tryna ride)

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
I said yeah, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh!



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Ricketts
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