BoatBoyBerry - Ridin'

Slidin w the 9 hit that nigga in his spine
Im ridin round town when I'm ridin w the guys
If it's makin me some profit Imma give it all my time
Steady countin all this money never gave a bitch a dime
Every since I was a youngin always knew this world was mine
I was on the field all you niggas rode the pine
Don't be surprised if he blick but juss know you crossed the line
I prefer some hard liquor not too worried bout the wine
I'm in this shit alone i know nobody got my back
My circle so tight you not my nigga that's a fact
Finna cut off all my ties and shit that no strings attached
And shit it's only a matter of time until that envy get you whacked
I went to school in another state
Noodles on my dinner plate
Fuckin on some bitches w my niggas shit we all ate
Ain gon lie life was great
Beat it down I'm heavyweight
Had everything ian wanna take
Like Superman but ion wear no cape
Everytime that i came back home
Shit different i wanna be alone
Fuck that nigga I'll buss his dome
You weak minded I'm too strong
I went away don't call my phone
Family ties cut it right of the bone
Speak on me better watch ya tone
DC send a hit w the chrome
Slidin w the 9 hit that nigga in his spine
Im ridin round town when I'm ridin w the guys
If it's makin me some profit Imma give it all my time
Steady countin all this money never gave a bitch a dime
First one i shot was a 9 but now I'm tryna cop a drake
It's plenty food to go around but i refuse to share my plate
I had some niggas i kept around but i was shown that love was fake
It's still love this way but you could never clean ya slate
I don't smoke keep that from round me
I'll save that money all week
You dissin why you tryna sneak
Bullets gon take off ya beak
I rep the A but throw the nawf
Money make a bitch talk
If you talk you better walk
Gon run it up not no marshal faulk NO no
I'm still tryna do better
Ms them my favorite letters
Chop it up juss like some cheddar
You strolling but my shoulders wetter
Tie it up sum like a cherry
Used to call me dingleberry
You flipped ya hand call that a carry
But still got all you bitches starin
Slidin w the 9 hit that nigga in his spine
Im ridin round town when I'm ridin w the guys
If it's makin me some profit Imma give it all my time
Steady countin all this money never gave a bitch a dime

Written by:
Sam Dingle

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