4L Del - Joy Riding

I can't fuck a bitch too good cus she gon wanna know my whereabouts
I'm chilling in my hood I'm by myself having a smoke out
Make sure he understood he come over here he not coming out
I'm finna give her wood she got a dress on with her toes out

They want me to respond to them so bad they saying my name again
She ain't wanna come up out her clothes so I asked her friend
Told me to be ina Stu all day I gotta drop again
I'm stepping on they neck ain't letting up I'm feeling hot again

I send them boys and watch he die
I'll love to see y'all cry
Now tell me who finna slide
Or is y'all finna let it slide
He innat casket rock a bye
Is you a killer boy Don't lie
Ain't none wrong with 9 to 5
You gon survive or you gon die

That nigga pressed I got em on delivered in my dm
I'm passing on his momma fa right now I want his bm
Think before you pick the otha side you don't wanna be them
Cus everytime we lurking on a nigga we don't see em

Every body know I'm coming back I got another one
The fans be talking crazy they say we be hitting houses up
She be ready take a nighga head off when they talkin' tuff
It's Gangsta when you got yo bitch on demon time her 30 tuck

Most of these bitches that's in my phone want some from me
She can't get shit from me but me telling her I'm nutting
They rather be da tuffest in the world then get some money
The tuffest niggas always die first don't be a dummy

I get money then go lay up bitch my life boring
Chilling with yo hoe I stare at her just to get her horny
Told his ass if he pop out then my brudda scoring
Ima tell you one time cus I don't give out hella warnings

I can't fuck a bitch too good cus she gon wanna know my whereabouts
I'm chilling in my hood I'm by myself having a smoke out
Make sure he understood he come over here he not coming out
I'm finna give her wood she got a dress on wit
Her toes out

I ain't tryna make no diss for real I'm tryna get you killed
Cus I'm tryna understand when you got Gangsta now you drill
Use to protect nighas from niggas that they hang around for real
Now I hear he on my head I just laugh this a easy kill
I was never worried bout a nigga I spin blocks for real
I was never worried bout a nigga i shoot at opps for real
I don't never think bout other niggas y'all the cops for real
They not gon realize until they brothers start to drop for real

Written by:
delmarr calhoun

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