Lets Ride
I look my brother in his eyes
If I got it you got it nigga let's ride
Them ppl say I'm on my bullshit
I been at it all week
I'm Too fly for the fake shit
Yea
Why I'm steady Rollin weed
I been scorin tell that it's Dee
Said no to you but she said yes to me
And
Youngins down to slide yea pop up trick or treat
W masks yea but it anit Halloween
We gonna let it ring
Know I'm on the scene I just pulled up to the bing
Whoa
Rappin president like nigga fuck a vote
I just bought 2 twins glocks they identical
And I just talk my shit like pussy ima let em kno
Niggas switched for loot yea and some bitches to ugh
I don't need an army na cuz I'm my own gang
I don't need a shooter Na I cud let it bang
Street say I'm hot So I gotta bring the flames
Niggas say they riding on me what the fuck you think
Tell em get some gwop Told em meet me at the bank
Dick up in yo bitches mouth I blame it on the drank
I don't no hoe shit I'm just stacking w my queen
Really had to get it but it started w a dream
I'm Rollin like a lic while you lookin like Fein
I got Booked and got it right back Hold up nigga what you mean
Bitches turnt gettin white boy wasted
Everything Exotic nigga Non basic
I'm to fly for the fake shit
Yea
Why I'm steady Rollin weed
I been scorin tell Em that it's Dee
Said no to you but she said yes to me
And
Youngins down to slide yea pop up trick or treat
W masks yea but it anit Halloween
We gonna let it ring
Know I'm on the scene I just pulled up to the bing
Whoa
If I got it you got it nigga let's ride
Them ppl say I'm on my bullshit
I been at it all week
I'm Too fly for the fake shit
Yea
Why I'm steady Rollin weed
I been scorin tell that it's Dee
Said no to you but she said yes to me
And
Youngins down to slide yea pop up trick or treat
W masks yea but it anit Halloween
We gonna let it ring
Know I'm on the scene I just pulled up to the bing
Whoa
Rappin president like nigga fuck a vote
I just bought 2 twins glocks they identical
And I just talk my shit like pussy ima let em kno
Niggas switched for loot yea and some bitches to ugh
I don't need an army na cuz I'm my own gang
I don't need a shooter Na I cud let it bang
Street say I'm hot So I gotta bring the flames
Niggas say they riding on me what the fuck you think
Tell em get some gwop Told em meet me at the bank
Dick up in yo bitches mouth I blame it on the drank
I don't no hoe shit I'm just stacking w my queen
Really had to get it but it started w a dream
I'm Rollin like a lic while you lookin like Fein
I got Booked and got it right back Hold up nigga what you mean
Bitches turnt gettin white boy wasted
Everything Exotic nigga Non basic
I'm to fly for the fake shit
Yea
Why I'm steady Rollin weed
I been scorin tell Em that it's Dee
Said no to you but she said yes to me
And
Youngins down to slide yea pop up trick or treat
W masks yea but it anit Halloween
We gonna let it ring
Know I'm on the scene I just pulled up to the bing
Whoa
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Writer(s): Deshawn Falbru
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