Ridin Wit It

Lyrics

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
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:18
Key
1
Tempo
75 BPM

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