ฟังเพลงRidin Wit It (Explicit)

Song: Ridin Wit It

Artist: G Herbo

Lyrics: G Herbo & Chase Davis

Composed: Chase Davis

Yeah

Uh-huh

(Cash Davis on the beat, yeah)

Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin'

How the fuck I ain't end up in there when we was really drillin'?

Can't afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling

Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings?

I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children

They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin'

I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions?

Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain't have no ceilings

Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn't have no feelings

All them bitches under his belt and ain't got no civilians

Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em

Damn, how you know? 'Cause I was right there with him

If I'm in interrogations, I'ma claim my innocence

I won't pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins

Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences

Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence

Go'n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit

Don't see too many, we militant

Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it

Park it in mama garage and just chill in it

Got bullet holes in it, who been in it?

Tint it, be right back in a minute

Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished

Next day, we was back out on business

Got nothin' to prove, I'm just reflectin', God be my witness

Don't disrespect 'cause I'll wet you and won't seek forgiveness

The world really wanna know just how I'm livin'

Gave it to 'em raw, so now I'm one of the realest

And I still got the same killers rollin' with me

Got my Glock, I'm playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60

I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60

Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy

Niggas still mad, they pissy

Know my block sad, they miss me

Mama always said I'd be ridin' with heat

So every time I slide, gotta kiss me

Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek, ain't even gonna buy her some Tiffany

I won't never let 'em catch me slippin' (Uh-uh)

So I'm ridin' with it (Ridin')

Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

Gotta ride with it (Ridin')

Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin')

Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

I'm still ridin' with it (Ridin')

I'ma die for this shit (Grrt)

And I love my hood, but you think I'ma die for this shit? (What?)

All the niggas already died for this shit?

Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit

All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit

Keep my heat, I don't like surprises

And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit

Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise

Ain't no love in this shit

Niggas watched me starve all in this shit

Now I'm eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit

Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick

You wouldn't be hittin' me if I wasn't rich

Miles away, be hearin' this

Then I come back 'round and niggas don't say shit

'Cause I ain't no bitch

You wasn't ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back

When this shit crack and see an opp, it feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift wrap him

And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it

Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I'm Dominique (Wilkins)

Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (Killed 'em)

Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (Swervin')

So I'm ridin' with it (Ridin')

Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

Gotta ride with it (Ridin')

Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin')

Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

I'm still ridin' with it (Ridin')

I'ma die for this shit