
Riding Through Rodeo ft. Subject 570 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
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