Ridin’ (Born Sinner) Lyrics – Playboi Carti
(What?)
(What? What?)
Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I’m gon’ ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Uh, tattoos on my *** body
Uh, I can’t *** with no-***-body
Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty
Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh
Diamonds all in my cuffs
Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah
I’m in the trap, she playin’ my stuff, yeah
Can’t talk to the ***, she like to get rough, yeah
I walk with the wolves
Yeah, we got them tools, I’m making a move
Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon’ lose, ooh
On the flip side, we ain’t really had ***
Went our game up, and now we finally rich
Got a whole lotta ***, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah
I was busting those ‘scrips, yeah, yeah
50k on the ***
Yeah, let’s go
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho’, took my shirt off)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, let’s go, yeah)
(What, jump out, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Niggas talking ’bout pressure
50k on my dresser, give that *** to a young boy
Do this *** on the regular
***, give a *** ’bout nothing
*** acting tough, *** we really rough
Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah
Steal you out your funds
Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun
Whole *** *** in here, we ain’t hating no one, ah
Whole lotta *** in here, they gon’ *** on something, okay
All this money on me, you know I gotta pay for events, okay
All this money I’m piling, I got a paper cut, yeah
Ooh, I’m really up, I’m really up, yeah
I’m so up, up, up, *** I think I’m really stuck, yeah
You can’t *** us, yeah, we really cut ***, yeah
In the Front’s, yeah, we pop it up right here ***, let’s go
Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this ***
Jump out the window, you feeling this ***
Ready the ***, we ready to hit
Yeah, we ready for ***
Niggas ain’t really wi-yeah
We ready for ***
Niggas ain’t really with the bricks, yeah
(Ride!)
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Yeah, yeah
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)
I’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?