Lil Justo - Ridin Dirty

Keep a knocka on me, cause you won't knock me out
Snakes in the grass, but they ain't gonna slime me out
Bitches crazy, when they tell me "Justo fly me out"
Niggas ran up some bands, how you like me now
Kept a ounce by my Nina, I'm riding dirty
You don't wanna see me when I'm off a perky
Them shells hit my opp, he start getting sturdy
Don't get mad, cause your bitch, she be getting flirty

They see me rolling, and they hating
Got a bad lil bitch and she Hatian
Chop hit his ankle, it got lots of patients
Spin to his side, air it out like a fragrance
Fuck on his hoe, don't got time for the saving
Glock beaming red, hit his eye like a lasic
Nina hit raw, them shells don't need a latex

Stood on my ten toes while niggas was chatting
Geesh Money was talking, like I ain't catch him lacking
He talking get money, but he made it off scamming
That a nigga a pussy, got the gun in my fashion, like
Bitch you an actor, don't run up
Glock clean the scene, leave you done up
If you ain't got hands, shut the fuck up
I love blood and Mac 11's
Mondo slide to his side, leave him praying like a reverend
Jay Ohh shout out 'ohh,' and the O's catch a opp in a second
It's a lesson, never chat on a live for some views
Roll up deads in a L, that's a life you got lose
Catch a opp when I'm bored, there ain't none to do
Gotta chop in my fashion, shoot at J and his crew
Bullets hit him in his back
If you run up, then you finna die
Bullets gon hit him right in his spine

Keep a knocka on me, cause you won't knock me out
Snakes in the grass, but they ain't gonna slime me out
Bitches crazy, when they tell me "Justo fly me out"
Niggas ran up some bands, how you like me now
Kept a ounce by my Nina, I'm riding dirty
You don't wanna see me when I'm off a perky
Them shells hit my opp, he start getting sturdy
Don't get mad, cause your bitch, she be getting flirty

They see me rolling, and they hating
Got a bad lil bitch and she Hatian
Chop hit his ankle, it got lots of patients
Spin to his side, air it out like a fragrance
Fuck on his hoe, don't got time for the saving
Glock beaming red, hit his eye like a lasic
Nina hit raw, them shells don't need a latex

Written by:
Justin Miranda

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