Rider Lyrics

Rider - Badman Kizzy

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Wetin dey sup wetin dey play I ain’t got time for joke men get out my way

Still chasing that check anytime anyday

Wagwan Valerie I heard you miss man she needs a Mr she told me on insta

Broski I don’t believe her I’m on smoke so bro bro pass me the rizla

Don’t you think about getting this twisted I know you misheard stop with the pretence

See that opp boy on the mains make sure that I send him out of fucking existence

I don’t beef with dickheads let ‘em know that I’m bad and wicked boy got hit with a bat no cricket

Ride through your hood with the windows tinted

Don’t ask why I trap bro mind your business mind it

Fuck the rules I ain’t law abiding I was chilling and drilling and killing now the jakes in the hood I can hear them sirens

I put 200k on the opps head call from the gang said they brought me good tidings

Said my mains opps down so I roll me a backwood im so excited

I dont care what anyone thinks got me a bag bought some Cuban links

Link up a bad b bought her some macds just to find out that the Pusey hole stinks

Why dem girls dem move like that it’s mad fam they call me Dave like Santan

Beat of the mash like madman wududum bang they all screaming badman

They know that I’m back with violence

No mannaZ I’m screaming mannerless in the ends they treat me like a star when they hear Badman they whip their cameras

Smoking this cannabis got me high as fuck like I climbed the top of mount Everest

I don’t really like that cap so Broski tell them bitches to better rest

Big shotgun mans riding fuck who’s criticizing I’m just soliticizing if you’re talking about money and raba my attention is undivided

Wetin dey sup wetin dey play I ain’t got time for joke men get out my way

Still chasing that check anytime anyday

Wagwan Valerie I heard you miss man she needs a Mr she told me on insta

Broski I don’t believe her I’m on smoke so bro bro pass me the rizla and you can keep her

Shotgun blast like this is San Andreas this ain't GTA this is reality

Them man can't touch my family hashtag badmans making man's belly bleed

Them man wanna talk bout degrees I got my degree in music fuck you make sure the wududum bang don't touch you

Cos if it did you'll be left in a hospital

astaghfirullah man's blessed up on the side man's moving like Trevor

The opps dem are dumb we're clever like Roddy I'm a big big stepper

In the field show the opps dem pepper I stand a defender like Kepler pepe

Roll with the Gunners like Nicholas Pepe spice up the beef increase that pepper

Brother man on deck how e go be they know he's a big OG

We don’t talk on the net we don’t tell stories

Can’t lack any day I got my strap on me

Kilt klat done and a man's on the floor wave up the 44 kick off your door

He used to be bad but he ain't anymore get your ass of the street ya idiat boy

Wetin dey sup wetin dey play I ain’t got time for joke men get out my way

Still chasing that check anytime anyday

Wagwan Valerie I heard you miss man she needs a Mr she told me on insta

Broski I don’t believe her I’m on smoke so bro bro pass me the rizla

Don’t you think about getting this twisted I know you misheard stop with the pretence

See that opp boy on the mains make sure that I send him out of fucking existence

I don’t beef with dickheads let ‘em know that I’m bad and wicked boy got hit with a bat no cricket

Ride through your hood with the windows tinted

Don’t ask why I trap bro mind your business mind it