How U Ridin'
Trill Fam, Young Savage you can catch me (catch me)
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me)
Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill with all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want that savage shit (savage shit), I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well, here it is then
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought
How much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
(How you ridin'?) Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' fuck what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'
It's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
What kinda motor up in it think it can fuck with that Hemi?
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
You're like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rearview mirrors
But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
With a Beyoncé face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
I don't know but off the top I'm spendin' 85 stacks
With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street what's happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Game time
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me)
Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill with all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want that savage shit (savage shit), I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well, here it is then
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought
How much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
(How you ridin'?) Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' fuck what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'
It's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
What kinda motor up in it think it can fuck with that Hemi?
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
You're like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rearview mirrors
But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
(How you ridin'?) Bad bitch hair did, nails, feet too
(How you ridin'?) Leather seats TV's with the beat too
(How you ridin'?) Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
With a Beyoncé face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
I don't know but off the top I'm spendin' 85 stacks
With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street what's happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Game time
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Writer(s): Webster Gradney, Jeremy Allen
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