Ridin' Dirty Lyrics

Yeah, I mean we can start this bitch over if you want to

Uh, I'm ridin' dirty

I'm out here tweakin', it ain't even seven-thirty

In the morning I be bored, bright and early

Brand new intake in that bitch, I make my car go vroom vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Got some head up out that girl, she tryna take my soul

Brand new ARPs, this shit go through belly rolls

I count my money up, but then I watch it go

Niggas can't get no pass, what you on, uh

It's 2-8 add that double O

Still screamin' free Huncho Osama till he home

Ain't no love up in this shit, that's why I need my own

Everybody stop and stare, on this shirt, this Ape a beast

I'm the youngest nigga doin' it, you gotta learn from me

I'm on Lake Shore flyin' and I got that 30 on my knee

And if he try to run (Pah) he like "Aw, my knee!"

We turnt up in the Raq and got niggas turnt in the P

First time un-boxin' black ones, I put blood underneath

That's no cap, this happened right after we stop shootin' for Real Spill

I really coulda ran up on them niggas and start shootin' for real

But I ain't gon' lie, I went and put that pipe up

And showed em that these hands for real, I'ma beat yo life up

I-I-I looked up to the right and I seen 12 in two cars

But they just kept it movin', they ain't givin' no fucks

Uh, I'm ridin' dirty

I'm out here tweakin', it ain't even seven-thirty

In the morning I be bored, bright and early

Brand new intake in that bitch, I make my car go vroom vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Got some head up out that girl, she tryna take my soul

Brand new ARPs, this shit go through belly rolls

I count my money up, but then I watch it go

Niggas can't get no pass, what you on, uh

It's 2-8 add that double O

Still screamin' free Huncho Osama till he home

Ain't no love up in this shit, that's why I need my own

That's why I need my own

I be helpin' niggas, but for me, they gone

Everybody stickin' to they self, no problem though

They seen S-A-V on big screen, now they proud of Zoe

Don't talk about no exes, what the fuck are those

All cash, fast cars, property's the goal

And when you up, count your blessings, they run out for sure

They talkin' bout some gang gang, but I see backdoor

Uh, I'm ridin' dirty

I'm out here tweakin', it ain't even seven-thirty

In the morning I be bored, bright and early

Brand new intake in that bitch, I make my car go vroom vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Vroom

Got some head up out that girl, she tryna take my soul

Brand new ARPs, this shit go through belly rolls

I count my money up, but then I watch it go