Rich Ridin

歌詞

Put that strap back (Back-back, back-back) for the clique Nah, don't put it back, put it back, know what I'm sayin'? (Ooh, ooh) (Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?) Type shit (Type shit, make some more) Feel me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, Like Fuck Feel me, just like on some GTA shit Yeah, whole gang been rich riding Never hiding 4,5 straps and we still been sliding Low key but still providing Yeah And if you looking for me, come and get this fye then Low key but still providing Yeah And if you looking for me, come and get this Okay, black mask on Two cellphones Youngin really made it out the jects with a chrome Okay, slip-slide, catch a nigga slipping bust his dome Quiet 'bout it so don't nobody know Skeleton in his closet He got demons in his home Pray for 'em, got demons in his home Okay, youngin really made it out the jects mhm Fucking with these burning ass hoes mm-mm Youngin he gon' die for his respect mhm Play with me I wish a nigga would Okay, whole gang, ready to blow shit like propane Glock turn a nigga to a no name I don't need no fame We turn a nigga shit to lo mein When we bust, you better get low mane Okay, brodie with me With whatever, ready to crash out Tell 'em chill but he gon' take the crash rout We took the fast rout Now we got cash, ready to cash out Still rich, riding ready to lash out Whole gang been rich riding Never hiding 4,5 straps and we still been sliding Low key but still providing Yeah And if you looking for me, come and get this fye then Low key but still providing Yeah And if you looking for me, come and get this