Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin Wit It , by - G Herbo. Release date: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin Wit It |
| Yeah |
| Uh-huh |
| (Cash Davis on the beat, yeah) |
| Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin' |
| How the fuck I ain’t end up in there when we was really drillin'? |
| Can’t afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling |
| Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings? |
| I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children |
| They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin' |
| I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions? |
| Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain’t have no ceilings |
| Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn’t have no feelings |
| All them bitches under his belt and ain’t got no civilians |
| Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em |
| Damn, how you know? |
| 'Cause I was right there with him |
| If I’m in interrogations, I’ma claim my innocence |
| I won’t pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins |
| Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences |
| Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence |
| Go’n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit |
| Don’t see too many, we militant |
| Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it |
| Park it in mama garage and just chill in it |
| Got bullet holes in it, who been in it? |
| Tint it, be right back in a minute |
| Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished |
| Next day, we was back out on business |
| Got nothin' to prove, I’m just reflectin', God be my witness |
| Don’t disrespect 'cause I’ll wet you and won’t seek forgiveness |
| The world really wanna know just how I’m livin' |
| Gave it to 'em raw, so now I’m one of the realest |
| And I still got the same killers rollin' with me |
| Got my Glock, I’m playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60 |
| I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60 |
| Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy |
| Niggas still mad, they pissy |
| Know my block sad, they miss me |
| Mama always said I’d be ridin' with heat |
| So every time I slide, gotta kiss me |
| Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek, ain’t even gonna buy her some Tiffany |
| I won’t never let 'em catch me slippin' (Uh-uh) |
| So I’m ridin' with it (Ridin') |
| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it) |
| Gotta ride with it (Ridin') |
| Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin') |
| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it) |
| I’m still ridin' with it (Ridin') |
| I’ma die for this shit (Grrt) |
| And I love my hood, but you think I’ma die for this shit? |
| (What?) |
| All the niggas already died for this shit? |
| Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit |
| All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit |
| Keep my heat, I don’t like surprises |
| And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit |
| Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise |
| Ain’t no love in this shit |
| Niggas watched me starve all in this shit |
| Now I’m eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit |
| Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick |
| You wouldn’t be hittin' me if I wasn’t rich |
| Miles away, be hearin' this |
| Then I come back 'round and niggas don’t say shit |
| 'Cause I ain’t no bitch |
| You wasn’t ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back |
| When this shit crack and see an opp, it feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift |
| wrap him |
| And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it |
| Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I’m Dominique (Wilkins) |
| Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (Killed 'em) |
| Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (Swervin') |
| So I’m ridin' with it (Ridin') |
| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it) |
| Gotta ride with it (Ridin') |
| Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin') |
| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it) |
| I’m still ridin' with it (Ridin') |
| I’ma die for this shit |