CANT RIDE (feat. BEAR1BOSS)
Say you riding but you can't ride why you had to leave?
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
It's in the air smoke was in this room bitch I can feel it yeah
This beef shit started in the fucking streets so we gone leave it there
And nigga you can't walk inside my shoes but you can get a pair
Ball on a nigga 2k I feel like b2k
Designer my cartier frames pussy boy better stay in your lane
I don't give a fuck what you say nigga I don't give a fuck what you say
Nigga I was trying to slide with that fye late night in the A slide with fyes late night in the A
Say you riding but you can't ride why you had to leave?
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
I'm too goddamn high I can't even see
Need my peso need my money need my fucking cheese
Smash the Maserati up the street I got your bitch with me
I told my bitch im the move should've known not to play with me
Marc Jacobs come from Arabs Got a chef named caleb he'll cook me some scallops
Better catch up better paddle
Say you riding but you can't ride why you had to leave?
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
It's in the air smoke was in this room bitch I can feel it yeah
This beef shit started in the fucking streets so we gone leave it there
And nigga you can't walk inside my shoes but you can get a pair
Ball on a nigga 2k I feel like b2k
Designer my cartier frames pussy boy better stay in your lane
I don't give a fuck what you say nigga I don't give a fuck what you say
Nigga I was trying to slide with that fye late night in the A slide with fyes late night in the A
Say you riding but you can't ride why you had to leave?
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
I'm too goddamn high I can't even see
Need my peso need my money need my fucking cheese
Smash the Maserati up the street I got your bitch with me
I told my bitch im the move should've known not to play with me
Marc Jacobs come from Arabs Got a chef named caleb he'll cook me some scallops
Better catch up better paddle
Say you riding but you can't ride why you had to leave?
I'm gone keep getting high bitch im gone smoke this weed
It's getting cold inside the booth bitch I can feel the breeze
Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Miller Jr
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