Ridin’ With That Lyrics by BAK Jay (feat. Chuckyy)
(Wardo, what the hell goin’?)
***, I got this ho for a reason, ***
Why the *** you be ridin’ with that?
I like puttin’ opps in hats (Yes, Jayco)
Damn, why the *** he be ridin’ with that? (*** he be ridin’ with that?)
Like he ain’t got *** to lose? ***, I like puttin’ opps in hats (I like puttin’ opps in hats)
I like puttin’ buttons on all of my Glocks, this *** right here shoot fast
Talkin’ ’bout ***’, I told her I’m cool, damn, then the *** got mad (Damn)
Then the *** got sad, whole lot of, hang on, this *** got ass
He tried to move, he all in the suburbs, we finna spin through that ho with class (Baow, baow)
All that dissin’, he thinkin’ he safe, hell nah, ***, we saved the best for last
Don’t none of my niggas be duckin’ the crash, flexin’ his money, we takin’ his cash (Takin’ his ***)
Hold on, I think I see him (Think I see him)
When you see me, know you see this ice on me, white tee on
Ran through so much racks in like six months, don’t know how much I spent
Don’t speak on the drill, just know a *** ass got killed, so many blocks got bent (Brrt, brrt)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I don’t know ***, why you be ridin’ with that? (Why you be ridin’ with that?)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I don’t know ***, why you be ridin’ with that? (I don’t know)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I blow ***, boy, don’t get pushed back
We smoke ***, just got another pack
Handlin’ business, these *** get me off track
Damn, why the *** he be ridin’ with that? (*** he be ridin’ with that?)
Like he ain’t got *** to lose? ***, I like puttin’ opps in hats (I like puttin’ opps in hats)
I like puttin’ buttons on all of my Glocks, this *** right here shoot fast
Talkin’ ’bout ***’, I told her I’m cool, damn, then the *** got mad (Damn)
Uh
Hop out, blick, Drac’ or button, *** go off like trumpets (Brr)
We don’t sneaky slide, in middle school, we was linkin’ up to stomp ***
Chuckyy don’t party in functions, I’m probably outside in waitin’
I barely pop out with Micro, tuck the 10, know that’s my favorite (Brrt, brrt)
Super kit up in the ‘Rari, stomp the gas, it get to shakin’
We don’t tolerate no backdoor, we’ll walk up on ’em, face ’em (For real)
12 bust a U, foenem skate ’em, .308 wake up the neighbor (For real)
Ain’t no room, well, then scoot over, know I fell in love with blazin’
Pour more lean and grab more ‘bow, don’t pass my blunt, you know I’m facin’
Your *** say that I’m her favorite, GTA, we leave *** wasted
Glizzy right there where my waist be, club security not gon’ search me
Sometimes tuck the Micro in my jumpsuit, make it poke on purpose (Brrt, don’t try me)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I don’t know ***, why you be ridin’ with that? (Why you be ridin’ with that?)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I don’t know ***, why you be ridin’ with that? (I don’t know)
Why you be ridin’ with that? I blow ***, boy, don’t get pushed back
We smoke ***, just got another pack
Handlin’ business, these *** get me off track
