Just Ridin' By

(album: Soulful Distance - 2021)

Door slowly opens, in walks Mr. Copeland
Coughing and he's choking 'cause he's smoking something potent
Gliding and he's floating like he do when he rap
Now he's sitting, sipping brew, with your boo in his lap
Short skirt and no panties, acting [?]
Later on, take her home, naked, slow-dancing
Never romantic, Devin's so candid
Fuck 'em then he duck 'em, cold sandwich, no Grammy, but
How can I expect 'em to give me an award
When I'll just jack my dick off and walk on the stage on hard?
Like a dirty old mane, I ain't serving no 'caine
Couple'a D-dubs, so I ain't swerving no lanes
Just tryna get from A to B; see what I got?
This D, now that's enough, I'm finished, get the F out
I just rock to the rhythm that just don't stop
Dick plops in your mouth and [?] cock

Just riding by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lying with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin

You know it's pimping in the building when I enter the door
Feeling like it's déjà vu, like I been here before
Money over a hoe, that's the code that I live by
See, mine gon' break bread, knead the dick like a bread [?]
Roll me up a paper square and poured up a cup
I got a eight, a four on me, another four in the truck
She asked me was I cool and was I wanting to stay
She said, "I hope so, because my homegirl on the way"
I like it when they nasty and they do what I say
It's like whatever, whenever, she gon' go through with the play
Now she walking 'round this bitch with no clothes on
And her partner at the door, you know what's going on (Real talk)

Just riding by, but there's a party inside (It's rizzle)
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride (You know how we do this thing)
I'm in here lying with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin

Smoking on something special and nice, fuck the price
Yes, it's manicured, rolled up tight and pulling right
Scoop her and take a flight, I'm on a mission
It's pimping, never simping, that's the reason why she listen
Straight up out the kitchen, pussy hotter than a oven
Fresh exotic flavors in my paper's what I'm loving
The green monster coming, chiefing with a young'un
Get full of that strong, and later on, I do some plumbing
Nice fat ass, I'm talking hips without a stomach
Oh, by the way? Pass the tre so I can dump it
It's big smoke in the car papers, no cigar
We blow a couple, turn us some corners, and catch a bar
This shit come out the jar, I'm all about the bread
She licking and stripping, I told her, "Baby, go ahead"
'Cause pimping never scared; you barking up my tree?
Smoking on a forest, going hard as Don Quix'
Yeah

I'm just riding by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lying with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin
Just riding by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lying with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin