Rider

(albüm: Perfect Timing - 2017)

I love my nigga next to me
I got a rider who would die for me
I fuck back and forth
YSL

I do this for Maze in the motherfucking trenches
I go get it, I go get it
My niggas gon' and get it
I got some niggas coming with me to the top and I'mma take 'em
And I know them niggas hating, but I'm waiting, I got patience

I got bitches rolling down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas
Go around all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got popped
Couple homies they got shot (tututu...)
I don't count it for a man

I want that money and I ain't first
And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it
Fuck I leave it all adjusting
Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket
That's why all you niggas watching, come try me, the option is only you nigga
I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas
I'm so stiff on y'all hoes
Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (racks racks)
I'm tryna accomplish my goals
All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure
I got different whips, I got cars galore
I got different bitches, I got women galore
All I know is money and I need me some more
You know I ain't just talking, they know this
And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit
I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit
I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit

I got bitches rolling down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas
Go around all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got fucked
Couple homies they got shot (tututu...)
I don't count it for a man

[Young Thug:]
Never had a job and never plan on getting one
I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one
Let's meet there, relax, I won
Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue
500 cash with me that's why I got this bag on (racks)
I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome
My bitches skinny dipping they all got thongs on
You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone
I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y'all
Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay
Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean
And we smoking weed, drinking codeine (drank it, drank it)
And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)
And I got some water, you can't walk in these
Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (let's have a party)
We got options, you can drink some Act, red or green?
All this [?] I drink
Got me tearing up the fucking street
I see [?] nigga, I know CD

I got bitches rolling down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas
Go around all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got fucked
Couple homies they got shot (tututu...)
I don't count it for a man