How U Ridin'

作曲：Tyree Simmons

Trill Fam, Young Savage you can catch me (catch me)

Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)

With two crucial ** hoes, yeah, that's me (that's me)

Look at him, his eyes closed, he ain't even sleep

Say Boosie, chill with all that swervin', too much ** in here

**, slow down you better think about Big Head and Pimp

Y'all want that savage **?

(Savage **?

) I gotta represent

Y'all want some rider **?

(Rider **?

) Well, here it is then

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck

Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'Llac truck

** it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass

A Regal, a Montigue, whatever you thuggin'

It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound

When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down

That bad **, now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring

Or stuntin her ** off in that '05 her man bought

How much your paint cost?

Look like it just got rained on

Tell me this, when you stop, do your rims stop or they keep goin'?

Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own

You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on (yeah)

Watchin' the latest DVDs with the TVs on

It's hot, AC, in winter, can turn your heat on

You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on

Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out

You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out

How you ridin'?

(How you ridin'?

)

What?

You ain't worried bout flossin'?

You hollerin' ** what I'm talkin', your ** better than walkin'

It's five stickers up on it, look like the junkyard on it

Now 26's up on it and beaucoup **es up on it

What kinda motor up in it?

Think it can ** with that Hemi?

I got a Cutlass 350'll leave your ** by a distance

You ain't customly did it?

All original interior

You like them Westside **s, they'll sit that thang on them switches

Them by-9's be tickin', you broke the rearview mirrors

What's that, the 415?

**, I run with the 412

I got a 'Llac chrome grill on the factory rims

Hoes piled up in here all on laps, be still

Can't wait to get to the room, nimblin' on my ear

Y'all gon' get it, just chill, let me control this wheel

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

How you ridin?

Bad **, hair did, nails, feet too

How you ridin?

Leather seats, TVs with the V2

How you ridin?

Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours

Hot gun, half a bird, man, I ride like that

I ain't even tryna swerve, I just drive like that

With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that

Attitude like Trina and a ** that fat

** it, I done told my cousin you can have that 'Llac

Gon get your shine on, watch what I'm gon' snatch

I don't know but off the top, I'm spendin 85 stacks

With them cozy ** seats that massage my back

Jacksonville, Mississippi, A-Town, y'all **s wit' me?

They talk funny, but them boys makin' money in New York City

Took some trips up to Houston, be all in D-Town bootin'

Greg Street, whats happenin'?

They love that gangta music

If you gon' do it then do it, from the Benzes to Buicks

Let your ends look stupid, drop your nuts, 22 it

Y'all **s is clueless, don't you worry 'bout Trill

This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal

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