Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Ridin, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Song language: English
Low Ridin |
| RIP Ivy Smith |
| You gone but never forgotten |
| Imma hold it down |
| Put this shit on my back |
| Ya heard me |
| Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket |
| We int with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets |
| We ain’t with none of that boxin' I’m bustin' your noggin |
| RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten |
| I do my own fuckin' hit just for sure your loss |
| Yeah I had to pay the cost just to be a big boss |
| Head yungin records yeah you know I’m with that sport |
| Disrespect my brother bang I’m knockin ya off |
| Pullin' up hoppin' out we choppin 'em down |
| When we hopped out he got down he knownin' what that’s bout |
| I’m the reason that he made that paranoid song |
| I know whats going through his mind that youngin' back home |
| Holdin it down for that top you know he ain’t wrong |
| Disrespect that fuckin' top you know that you gone |
| Gorrilas beaten on they chest tryna beat down your dome |
| Its like 2 something in the morning he ain’t make it home |
| Im out late ain’t tryna play I’m getting in your face |
| Pull up on side em doin' a 100 we ain’t tryna race |
| Stop this bitch right on side em and let this bitch spray |
| Then hit the split ya bitch we had to get away |
| He say he hit back what he hit the fuckin' interstate |
| Yeah I pull off comfortable and smooth know how to get away |
| Smile on my face cause we made that pussy nigga lay |
| Go home go to sleep then we think about that fuckin' K |
| Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket |
| We int with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets |
| We ain’t with none of that boxin' I’m bustin' your noggin' |
| RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten |
| All the opps be talkin' shit guess I ain’t kill enough |
| Yeah all the dracos I done bought guess they ain’t feel enough |
| I copped the rental for my youngins now they fillin' up |
| Pull on side the whip and put him down go pick your nigga up |
| Quick had died my momma creid that shit was funny huh |
| Niggas was laughin' like they don’t know how I be comin' huh |
| Yeah I just slimed me out a slime that nose was runnin' huh |
| He put in a hunnid on a opp he getting that money now |
| Niggas be talkin' bout this and that come get your shake back nigga |
| Before you diss me on a track come get your shake back nigga |
| How many times I gotta say it get your shake back nigga |
| I could of did it I’m on my Ivy shit I paid that nigga |
| Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket |
| We int with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets |
| We ain’t with none of that boxin' I’m bustin' your noggin' |
| RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten |
| Smile on my face cause we made that pussy nigga lay |
| Go home go to sleep then we think about that fuckin' |
| Smile on my face, smile smile on my face |
| Smile on my face when I think about that fuckin' K |