"Ride On Me" lyrics

(The IRS)
Ayy, heard they wanna ride on me
Heard they wanna ride on me
The whole hood'll want you
Chrome on my lap as we speak, yeah

The whole hood'll want you (Hood), like my last CD
Knock some people off your family tree, ain't a thing to me
So effortlessly, so dangerously bringin' pain to your favorite niece
Unc' shouldn't have played with me
Go hit 'em while them babies is 'sleep
I don't fuck with pigs (Whoa), I ain't fakin' no beef
Have some doctors rearranging your teeth
Bitch, watch how you talkin' to me
I got this chrome on this heart as we speak (Baow)
I ain't been to sleep
Tell a bitch, "Back up, stop harassin' me"
Margiela sneakers steppin' on 'em like an athlete
They can't tell you why they mad at me
But, I can tell you all their bags is cheap
And niggas hoes to me

Haha, ayy
What they gon' do?
I heard they wanna ride on me
I heard they wanna ride on me
Bitch nigga, bring it on
Tell 'em, "Bring it on" (Nigga, bring it on)

[?] like CD's, send shots like 3D
I'm a queen like Celine
Your nigga broke as can be
He got caught in that whip for thinkin' shit sweet (Whoa)
Dog hoes, you get treated no different
I could never be no Karen, I'm just way too civil
Plus, I love women, I uplift 'em
Like the nose of a snotty bitch, our drip is different
Bitches wanna play in my face?
Play different wit it
Knowing what we do to niggas
You fake, you ain't foolin' niggas
Nah, we ain't recruitin' niggas (Nah, we ain't recruitin' niggas)
Got the chrome on my lap as we speak
Bitch niggas, bring it on
Got the chrome on my lap as we speak