Ridin Wit It Lyrics

Lay in the back, I told him not to irk my nerves, so I'ma go the type to where he never

even serves, so pay him up

Since a baby, I been having shit, but now I want the plus

I was riding for you, now I hope you get hit with a bus

Was a nigga texting me, get you a K, you get him touched

I'm gon' shut that lil' shit up

Mind my business, I don't fuss

Brr, brr, how he cut

Get that money, that's a must

They won't run it back no more, I guess they tired and had enough

I'm that nigga, only let that shit get real unless it ain't

Got yo' bitch under my weight, she tryna fuck until she faint

I can't come up over that, cause my big brother got a name

That's my blood, so if they see me, then I'm gon' get dead the same

I got zero for these hoes, so I'ma go the type to where he never even serves, so pay

him up

Since a baby, I been having shit, but now I want the plus

I was riding for you, now I hope you get hit with a bus

Was a nigga texting me, get you a K, you get him touched

If you love me, let me know, cause I don't play them type of game

Bro a dog, taller bro, guess he was undertaking, can't

Like insurance, you with me, that mean you good

Remember leaving out the house, OG say don't put on that hood

And the stoop hoe out my soul, why they just rolling up a wood

See my people crap out rent to take them out, I almost could

My heart the heaviest of all, and both my shoulders carry weight

I hate flexing on these niggas, I do everything you can't

We smoke more grams than the can that carry six ounces of paint

Need a girl who down to change me to a saint

I wore a crown up on my back, I dress up like a work of art

She all on my lap, she say she thinks she feeling the guitar

He got all type of instruments, of course he down to march

Now my beef and I don't click with niggas, I don't want no part

I ain't cheating, I'm just rapping baby, so don't even start

They done told me you moved on, and I done took it to the heart

Going arrow aim, you could say that this bitch got an arch

I'm a kid, that's a baby goat, of course I'm going far

You got chick, bad dummy, I guess that make you the idiot

They gon' do you dirty, only if you being lenient

Bitches with fake brothers, I can't cap, they be the sneakiest

Bitches who like bitches, I can't cap, they ask for free

Lay in the back, I told them not to irk my nerves or I'ma uh

You go to type to where he never even served, so pay him up

Since a baby, I been having shit, but now I want it plus

I was riding for you, now I hope you get hit with a bus

Once a nigga texting me, get you a K, you get him touched

I'm gon' shut that little shit up, mind my business, I don't fuss

Brr, brr, how he cut, get that money, that's a must

They won't run it back no more, I guess they tired and had enough