Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Riding, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
We Riding |
| Niggas chose to leave, and they did |
| I made a wave, I build the bricks |
| I was riding, late night drinking |
| Smoking, thinking about my kids |
| I was really riding with the Sig |
| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn' |
| I’ma put the .50 in the G |
| I’ma climb the streets once again |
| We ridin' |
| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside) |
| Yeah, we ridin' |
| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do |
| Oh, oh we ridin' |
| A lotta young niggas be on them pills |
| If a girl go' tell, tell her, «Go drill» |
| No Meek, but I need them Mills |
| Up late night, ain’t missing no meals |
| Gotta duck low 'cause the feds on us |
| Let her catch me, that’s a big bonus |
| And be saucin' like Rick Owens |
| And I sell white, no Nick Jonas |
| Like we don’t be outside, you lying |
| If you try me, you dying |
| And we do this all the time |
| And if you real, so we do not have to rhyme |
| I be swerving niggas down |
| I would never drop a dime |
| A lotta niggas, they be lying |
| If you lying, that’s a crime |
| If you snitch, that’s a dime |
| Ay, I’ma pull up in a Bentley truck |
| I’ma drive slow, you could see the guts |
| Catch fifty Glocks |
| If you live in the war, can’t take a bus |
| And I know some niggas that’d take a risk |
| Phillipe on his rm, we gon' take a wrist |
| I know some rappers can’t take a diss |
| And I tell them niggas, «Just miss me with that shit» |
| Niggas chose to leave, and they did |
| I made a wave, I build the bricks |
| I was riding, late night drinking |
| Smoking, thinking about my kids |
| I was really riding with the Sig |
| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn' |
| I’ma put the .50 in the G |
| I’ma climb the streets once again |
| We ridin' |
| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside) |
| Yeah, we ridin' |
| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do |
| Oh, oh we ridin' |
| Making these niggas look jealous |
| This jacket is Mason Margiella (uh) |
| I pull up and flex on whoever (flex) |
| I used to polish my leather |
| I’m in Sac with a dime on me |
| Designer, everything you find on me |
| From the bottom, had to grind, homie |
| Pocket rocket, DB9 on me |
| Gorillas living in the zoo |
| Now I got a bird sittin' in the Coupe |
| I won’t say a word, if I know the truth |
| Case dismiss, couldn’t show the proof |
| Ferrari pulling off roof, vrrm |
| We the realist niggas up in the room |
| A couple scammers and a couple goons |
| A couple sticks and a couple of brooms |
| Swoop any nigga right off |
| Get out your seat |
| I need that new Patek Phillipe |
| All of my bitches is freaks, we fuck every time that we link |
| I put no 10's on a ring, sliding by a nigga screaming, «That look like East» |
| Two baby .40s, a hunnid a piece |
| Me and Durk, really come from the streets |
| Niggas chose to leave, and they did |
| I made a wave, I build the bricks |
| I was riding, late night drinking |
| Smoking, thinking about my kids |
| I was really riding with the Sig |
| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn' |
| I’ma put the .50 in the G |
| I’ma climb the streets once again |
| We ridin' |
| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside) |
| Yeah, we ridin' |
| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do |
| Oh, oh we ridin' |