J Dot. & BOSSMANPERRY100 - Rider (feat. Manny Lyriq)

If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Would you ride for me
If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Show me loyalty, answer the phone for me
Every single call, every single day
She gon' send me pictures
Every single call, every single day
She gon' send me pictures
She my rider
She gone roll with them chickens on the highway, yeah
We be mobbin'
Promise daddy you gon' always keep it solid, yeah
Ain't have nowhere to go, I came knockin' at your door
You kicked your nigga out, ever since then, it's on the floor
Every time I hug you, baby girl, I still get nervous
I'm drinkin' and I'm drivin', I'm thinkin' bout' you swervin
I feel like Michael Phelps, you let me dive in that pussy
I would FaceTime you from the cell
I can't, the C.O. looking
I sent you flowers in the mail, I'm tryna motivate the pussy
I ordered my son shoes in the mail, he already got Chanel
I sip the codeine like a dope fiend
Poppin' Perkins, I'm tryna heal
I pull up AMG
You know how I be when you servin' this dope for real
I pull up ten racks just to flex on a nigga
I'm gettin' paid for real
One day I swear we gon' make a mill
One day we gon' get a house on the hill
All my life I been broke, you ain't gotta hate on me
I'ma be gone for a while, baby girl, just wait on me
I'm tryna to pull up in the coupe with the gas tank on E
But right now it's free me till I'm free
Forever remainin' a G
If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Would you ride for me
If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Show me loyalty, answer the phone for me
Every single call, every single day
She gon' send me pictures
Every single call, every single day
She gon' send me pictures
She my rider
She gone roll with them chickens on the highway, yeah
We be mobbin'
Promise daddy you gon' always keep it solid, yeah
That commissary comin' payday
Baby, hold me down, down, she don't play, play
She gon' do whatever J say
Video visits scheduled plus hundred on that J-Pay
Fuck what all these other bitches bout
Last bitch faking, had to find a different route
Got a big surprise for you when they let me out
Before I do, your fuck buddy, better kick him out
That loyalty you got so strong, that's why we on
Bringin' me them stuffed balloons on that visit flow
You gotta life, but you still don't make me feel alone
Fuck bout the feelings, this shit business
You still pick up your phone
You asked when I get out, will I still care?
You was the only one really was there
Told you to order a nigga a box
Right after we argued, it really was there
B-Day, you got the fundraiser for me
Bought me JP4, I'm still rockin' a three
For keepin' it so fuckin hundred with me
Kick up your feet when I get on the streets, baby
If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Would you ride for me
If I ever had to sit, would you hold me down, bae
Show me loyalty, answer the phone for me
Oh, hey
Pictures
Oh, wait
Pictures

Written by:
Derek Brantley

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