Ridin' Thru the B (feat. StewTheProphet)

I'm a soilder General Lee
Zack and Cody niggas sweet
I got juice Hi C
Riley keep the heat with me.
I can't do no rivalries
Saucing styling 20 piece
That why bitches smile at me
Do the crime and flee the scene

In the field just like some cleats
Earn my stripes up in these streets
Like I was a referee
Can't come round if he ain't G
We get money, stay lowkey
Ain't no feelings, Ain't no beef
Catch me with my crew with me, that shit there ain't new to me

At ya door like trick or treat
If you had FL studios I still couldn't be beat
Ain't no love for a pussy hoe yea it's just vacancy
If a nigga play with me, fold em up like the laundry
and wonder how I walk with all this gangja and these funds on me

If he disrespect my brother nem I'm slidin just like a ski
Everywhere I go, YunG Stew be like a bird I'm on the tree
Pop a perky, smoke exotic, got my body off my feet
Got me drippin when ya find the right designer D&G

They ain't gon tell you how they hated but we got it out the creek
Got a wood of cookie blazing while I'm ridin thru the east
I must work at KFC? all these bitches want a piece
On yo block no touching me, set up shop and serve ya team

Shoot my shot, I'll bet your bitch, you know I'm goin for the 3
Ain't no P but if she fucked ya, know I charged the hoe a fee
Still on papers, smoking vapors, tell my P.O. I can't pee
FN clip just like a movie, make me drop a DVD

I'm a soilder General Lee
Zack and Cody niggas sweet
I got juice Hi C
Riley keep the heat with me.
I can't do no rivalries
Saucing styling 20 piece
That why bitches smile at me
Do the crime and flee the scene

In the field just like some cleats
Earn my stripes up in these streets
Like I was a referee
Can't come round if he ain't G
We get money, stay lowkey
Ain't no feelings, Ain't no beef
Catch me with my crew with me, that shit there ain't new to



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Writer(s): X'zaveon Dickerson
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