Ridin' & Slidin'
(Moneybag)
(Frozy)
Yeah, walk him down with the Glock if he play me
Aye, put the beam on the Glock, it ain't safety
Yeah, now your girl wanna fuck and she take me
Yeah, shawty go undercover like KC
Not the TNT channel but I'm finna blow up
And she got a crush on me, not talkin' soda
And you only live once, that's the life, that's the motto
Been countin' up all of this green like a Yoda, like a Yoda
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If you take a L, you ain't lyin'
She open her legs and I'm winin' and dinin'
I'ma do what I can, I don't care 'bout the prices
Got so many guns that I'm fightin' with ICIS
On a first class jet and we fly to a island
I been so high in the sky like a pilot
Yeah, huh, shawty wanted my racks and I'm tellin' her, "No"
If I get kicked out, where the fuck I'ma go?
Yeah, my boy Danny Phantom, he been in a ghost
Kick them girls out his house, he don't care 'bout them hoes
But who really do?
I'm shootin' that Glock, it go, "Do-do-do-do"
I got three shawties, they stuck like glue
That boy is retarded, we send him to school
Like Ludacris, that boy be actin' a fool
Like a video game, I put you on The Crew
I like both of them girls and I don't wanna choose
He'll give me two bands for a new pair of shoes
I got all these clothes that I don't even use
And I value my space so give me some room
And when I pop out, man, I'm bringin' my tool
Hold up, where you at? I'ma see you soon
And I be with my guys like the kids next door
Just schedule a date when I pull up on tour
I really made 'em get down on the floor
Like who is this girl? Never seen her before
But I probably know her so I wasn't sure
We choppin' him up like some meat at the deli
He wanted that smoke but he wasn't ready
And I make it rain in the club like Confetti but I gotta dead it
Yeah, I'm poppin' your shawty like Tic-Tac
Say it's a problem on the block, I fix that
Runnin' his mouth but he know he won't get that
Like a television channel, you know we gone switch that
I know shawty miss it, I know that she miss that
Rockin' all red with his gang, but he Crip black
Remember you stab my back? Can't forget that
Bro, I was like, "Why in the fuck would you do that?"
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Yeah, huh, ridin' and slidin'
Droppin' your shawty, call that perfect timin'
Put the AP on and it switch up the climate
Yeah, huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If he talk on the gang then I guess that he dyin'
Shawty want Fashion Nova, that girl off the high-end
Walk him down with the Glock if he play me
Aye, put the beam on the Glock, it ain't safety
Yeah, now your girl wanna fuck and she take me
Yeah, shawty go undercover like KC
Not the TNT channel but I'm finna blow up
And she got a crush on me, not talkin' soda
And you only live once, that's the life, that's the motto
Been countin' up all of this green like a Yoda, like a Yoda
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If you take a L, you ain't lyin'
She open her legs and I'm winin' and dinin'
I'ma do what I can, I don't care 'bout the prices
Got so many guns that I'm fightin' with ICIS
On a first class jet and we fly to a island
I been so high in the sky like a pilot, yeah
(Frozy)
Yeah, walk him down with the Glock if he play me
Aye, put the beam on the Glock, it ain't safety
Yeah, now your girl wanna fuck and she take me
Yeah, shawty go undercover like KC
Not the TNT channel but I'm finna blow up
And she got a crush on me, not talkin' soda
And you only live once, that's the life, that's the motto
Been countin' up all of this green like a Yoda, like a Yoda
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If you take a L, you ain't lyin'
She open her legs and I'm winin' and dinin'
I'ma do what I can, I don't care 'bout the prices
Got so many guns that I'm fightin' with ICIS
On a first class jet and we fly to a island
I been so high in the sky like a pilot
Yeah, huh, shawty wanted my racks and I'm tellin' her, "No"
If I get kicked out, where the fuck I'ma go?
Yeah, my boy Danny Phantom, he been in a ghost
Kick them girls out his house, he don't care 'bout them hoes
But who really do?
I'm shootin' that Glock, it go, "Do-do-do-do"
I got three shawties, they stuck like glue
That boy is retarded, we send him to school
Like Ludacris, that boy be actin' a fool
Like a video game, I put you on The Crew
I like both of them girls and I don't wanna choose
He'll give me two bands for a new pair of shoes
I got all these clothes that I don't even use
And I value my space so give me some room
And when I pop out, man, I'm bringin' my tool
Hold up, where you at? I'ma see you soon
And I be with my guys like the kids next door
Just schedule a date when I pull up on tour
I really made 'em get down on the floor
Like who is this girl? Never seen her before
But I probably know her so I wasn't sure
We choppin' him up like some meat at the deli
He wanted that smoke but he wasn't ready
And I make it rain in the club like Confetti but I gotta dead it
Yeah, I'm poppin' your shawty like Tic-Tac
Say it's a problem on the block, I fix that
Runnin' his mouth but he know he won't get that
Like a television channel, you know we gone switch that
I know shawty miss it, I know that she miss that
Rockin' all red with his gang, but he Crip black
Remember you stab my back? Can't forget that
Bro, I was like, "Why in the fuck would you do that?"
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Yeah, huh, ridin' and slidin'
Droppin' your shawty, call that perfect timin'
Put the AP on and it switch up the climate
Yeah, huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If he talk on the gang then I guess that he dyin'
Shawty want Fashion Nova, that girl off the high-end
Walk him down with the Glock if he play me
Aye, put the beam on the Glock, it ain't safety
Yeah, now your girl wanna fuck and she take me
Yeah, shawty go undercover like KC
Not the TNT channel but I'm finna blow up
And she got a crush on me, not talkin' soda
And you only live once, that's the life, that's the motto
Been countin' up all of this green like a Yoda, like a Yoda
Huh, ridin' and slidin'
Huh, yeah, ridin' and slidin'
If you take a L, you ain't lyin'
She open her legs and I'm winin' and dinin'
I'ma do what I can, I don't care 'bout the prices
Got so many guns that I'm fightin' with ICIS
On a first class jet and we fly to a island
I been so high in the sky like a pilot, yeah
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