Ridin'

What you on we gon' slide niggas riding
My bruddas in the cut and we be sliding
These niggas talking shit but they just hiding
I'ma pull up like a rolling tide, I get you gone bitch
Pop one in your fucking dome bitch
Take a nigga chromosome, I hit you with that chrome bitch
Have him run a marathon, he got checked off the track list
My grind went unnoticed that shit took a lot of practice

Yeah, what you want do
Hit you on yo top
Yeah, we gon' hit you gone
What they want from B-I-N-O
My brudda pull up in a GS350
I got that G-lock bitch, I am the hero
I got that cash bitch, I'm stacking dinero
Sipping on that drank while I'm driving, I can't steer hoe
Took a tab of acid, oh my goodness, it's a deer hoe
Real niggas stay true to this, intelligence I'm full of it
Don't expect the truth to come out they mouth, man they just full of shit
Got a trunk load and it's filled with sticks
Call up collect, he delivering bricks, my bitches foreign as well as my whips
Hasta la muerte see you later lil bitch
Looking down your block, search for the opps yeah bitch, I'm on a hunt
I put them in a pack and I roll em' in a blunt
Can't trust none of these bitches, they be putting up a front
I'm rolling off this weed and I'm too busy leaning
I'm stuck on my bag while you niggas is fiending
Fuck a hellcat, I ride in a Demon she a bad bitch, fuck her good, she swallow my semen
I'ma take her soul, bitch, I am a fuckin demon
Stop acting like you tough bitch, I can see the fear within
Handle business in my Maybach, then I'm gonna spin a Benz
The people close will snake you for your money, watch your friends

Bitch, I'm aiming for the top, aiming for the win
I pray to God, but I'm living life a sin
I go by Bino, bitch, you bet not call me Ben
I shut it down, please don't make me spin again



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Writer(s): Biner Ali
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