Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riderz , by - Cuban Link. Release date: 15.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Riderz |
| cap one |
| cap one you wit me baby? |
| cuban |
| yeah |
| sup cuz |
| im cocked locked and ready to rock! |
| AH! |
| doin it again this year |
| AH! |
| HU HU HU HAH |
| send a plane for me |
| hu hu hah |
| bring me on top uma bring that rock we gon get that chop |
| RIDAZ RIDAZ |
| I GOT MY EAST SIDE RIDAS (ridin wit me) I GOT MY MIDWEST RIDAS (ridin wit me) I |
| GOT MY NORTH SIDE RIDAS (ridin wit me) I GOT MY DIRTY SOUTH RIDAS (yo yo)(ridin |
| wit me) ya’ll niggaz better grab yo pounds add more rounds cuban link is back |
| in town, ask around i dont be backin down its too late ya’ll done fucked up now |
| buck thum down fuck them clowns, cross me its on fo' life im as cold as ice you |
| should have never went and rolled the dice you owe me twice dawg you know the |
| price i told you its an over bite look over your sholder when you roll at night |
| i told your soliders like they ready to hype and i cant wait to toss you over |
| to christ six off its over your legs, camaras action all you gonna see is |
| hammers blastin old school fashon spanish assassin instead leave you askin, |
| multiple fraction show no compassion we all in for the doe and the flashin hoes |
| and the action that gos wit the askin we all tryin to grow old wit some cash, |
| rolls and a mansion still scoot em right past back flash and i thought it was |
| classic spoiled wit passion talkin and laughin its war when i catch em, |
| fuck a dentist who ordered a slashin sportin a strap and i switched the game |
| niggas straped and clap and i live for pain they sportin a chain just to get |
| the fame, its a whole different level now shit dun changed its not the same now |
| this lame snitchin to the po po strait up bitchin like homos switchin they |
| logos gotta keep it lopro OHOH! |
| fo my niggas gettin money on the block in the summer when its hot wit a bundle |
| of rocks fence hop run in yo spot shits hot its why a nigga gotta move wit the |
| keys like im runnin from the borders order like im livin out of order torture |
| rule of the game if you talk you get slautered then i post when i pivit, |
| pivit and pushin packs i was an young nigga pushin lacks only took two weeks |
| to get back im coppin better whips seven forty five with kids niggas gettin |
| pulled over wit 8 balls i ride wit bricks she fill the mints pop sham and fill |
| a dream drop lam and philli seats goddamn i kill these beats, leave ya mind |
| blown posted get yo shine on cap one and cuban link bitch this is grind mode… |
| bitch this is grind mode |
| hey nore… we hustle with out limitations through trials and tribulations i |
| pile the plenty cakes in, through the death of a gangster i out in the matrix, |
| playin my posts im down in oasis, that semi chopper that kid is proper one shot |
| gone 100 yards i could drop ya, runnin streets wit crooks teach you how to |
| reach a book while weed blows in the kitchen at pirico |
| hit em up like pac glock in hand 1−2-3 shots pop ya man niggas better not stop |
| and stand or you’ll catch a few of dem, in 95 to 80 west hit the interstate wit |
| 80 tecs mine squirt wit lazer specs and hit now what to do wit em cus im an M.O. |
| B. RIDA! |
| so when i come around through yo town best belive a would provide ya, |
| we all for the gats, weed, and crack im loyal to this slangin shit, killin shit, |
| bangin shit and no i aint explainin shit |
| RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA! |