Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin Stealth, artist - B.WillDate of issue: 31.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin Stealth |
| Ain’t nobody put me on bitch, on bitch |
| Did it by myself, by myself |
| Riding, smoking on that strong bitch, strong bitch |
| I’m by myself, by myself |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth, oo-wee |
| I’m all alone, all alone |
| Me in my zone, my zone |
| I turned off my phone, off my phone |
| Then I, roll me some strong, some strong |
| So long, so long |
| I’m on another high, another high |
| But don’t touch the guy, touch the guy |
| I’ll have my youngins driving by, driving by |
| I guess niggas wanna die tonight, right, right |
| Pour up my lean, my lean, promethazine |
| Xanax in my jeans, my jeans |
| Foreign cars like supreme |
| Ain’t nobody put me on bitch, on bitch |
| Did it by myself, by myself |
| Riding, smoking on that strong bitch, strong bitch |
| I’m by myself, by myself |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth, oo-wee |
| If I could smoke a blunt with Malcom X |
| Scan through his rolodex |
| You in the streets with no connect |
| As fiends approach my steps |
| I’m up a path to sell them death |
| I can smell the lies and deceitfulness upon they breath |
| Like Jesus Christ, I was born of a virgin |
| Still selling dope in second and third person |
| Niggas try to run with my style it’s closed curtains |
| Like that old lady at Walmart, I’m working |
| swerving, perfect |
| Baby girl just chill, I popped that pill on purpose |
| You fucking with B Will, loaded but never nervous |
| Hold up, I think my phone off service |
| Ain’t nobody put me on bitch, on bitch |
| Did it by myself, by myself |
| Riding, smoking on that strong bitch, strong bitch |
| I’m by myself, by myself |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth, oo-wee |
| (The weed organic) It grow because I plant it |
| (It's really nothing fancy when my chariot is prancing) |
| All my cars is candy |
| Don’t run up on my foreign, I ain’t got no understanding |
| Got money, got power, don’t let these niggas foul ya |
| I ball off in the game and send these hoes straight to the shower |
| I’m smoking, I’m riding, got tint but I’m not hiding |
| My rollex full of diamonds, if you touch me then I’m diving |
| I’m in back of my car, car |
| I’m vibing, vibing, vibing |
| I got weed in my jar, jar |
| It’s quite exciting, citing, citing |
| Ain’t nobody put me on bitch, on bitch |
| Did it by myself, by myself |
| Riding, smoking on that strong bitch, strong bitch |
| I’m by myself, by myself |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth |
| I’m riding stealth, riding stealth, oo-wee |