Riding Through Rodeo ft. Subject 570 Lyrics

In a drop a top riding through rodeo with a bad bitch

High off life, this the life I imagined

Life's a kick flip grind and I landed

Money talks now you speaking my language

Imma run it up until I'm mahh rich

Gotta see my moms up in a mansion

Look at all this guap that's rubber banded

Shit the way I'm comin up I'm like a bandit

I been grinding day n night sunrise to the morning

Fuck I need a practice for? Look at my performance

I ain't even reach my prime yet i'm transforming

I fight off Decepticons than skrtt off in a foreign

Free that nigga Tory … all these bitches do is cap they jus make up stories

My book bag all full of cash it's like finding dory

I blow it like a ceiling fan cause I know imma it make it back, and probably even double it

Love ménage twas double r's on them cullinans

I ain't from the Bronx I'm from queens where the money is

I lookout for my peoples cause it cost to be the boss

I ain't scared of no one nigga all I fear is god

Why they keep on subbin me? Fuck these Niggas on?

I ain't with that chitter chatter leave that for salons

I feel like I'm Messi in the field scoring hat tricks

Catch me in LA switchin lanes

In a drop a top riding through rodeo with a bad bitch

High off life, this the life I imagined

Life's a kick flip grind and I landed

Money talks now you speaking my language

Imma run it up until I'm mahh rich

Gotta see my moms up in a mansion

Look at all this guap that's rubber banded

Shit the way I'm comin up I'm like a bandit

Paper chasin I jus made 5 bands right on a play

In that Tonka truck, baby know I'm turnin up the bass

Never gave a fuck, about the pussy niggas or Jake's

She wan fall in love, I do not think she got what it takes

Jump up in my ride, hit the boulevard

She wan come to crib, she suckin me in the car

Peanut butter interior, I ain't jumpin out the dodge

In the Trap pushin weight,  I said I'm tryna make the Forbes

I go where the money at, you where the bums be at

Skate off in that thunder cat,  150 on the dash

She jus wanna fuck because my bag (I know)

How you gonna win when you last ( Ouuuuu )

If you tryna play in the trap ( Don't Fold )

Hadda get my boys off they ass ( I'm Cold )

Who the one payin the tab, My brother get in the packs

I'm Swervin pray I don't crash

In a drop a top riding through rodeo with a bad bitch

High off life, this the life I imagined

Life's a kick flip grind and I landed

Money talks now you speaking my language

Imma run it up until I'm mahh rich

Gotta see my moms up in a mansion

Look at all this guap that's rubber banded

Shit the way I'm comin up I'm like a bandit