"Riding Dirty" lyrics

Yeah man
Y'all know what the fuck it is tho man
Praise The Real, Fuck the rest

30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin dirty in the trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain't enough
We was up, servin dubs, now we get it by the dove

Send a pack in the mail
Anythang for the sale
If you want it, then I got it, we ain't cutting no deal
I just upped another caliber I'm upping the scale
The real deal heavyweight like my name Holyfield

I been cuttin in this Bitch
Like I hit the cane with it
Stash spot with a brick
And like 50k in it
You be talking what you did
Boy this is everyday bidness
Big stepping every play
Prolly why I stay trippen

I done gained a lot of yards
I ain't dropping the ball
Heard em makin them remarks
But ain't making tha call
I can hear it in yo heart
You ain't built for this brawl
I'm finna start pulling sum cards
Swear I'm tired of y'all

They really purpin for what?
Do it all for tha look
Super man up on the gram
But in person be shook
All she needed was a taste
Bet I'm leaving her hooked
Just pay attention baby listen for u get over looked

They was talkin first place till it got over took
I be laughing in they face, got em thinking it's good
I got the izm of a God but don't follow the book
They try to copy recipes, n still don't kno how to cook
I'm up

30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin dirty in tha trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain't enough
We was up, servin dubs, now we get it by the dove

30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin dirty in tha trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain't enough
We was up, servin dubs, now we get it by the dove

I swear these bustas like bitches the way they stay up on the tip
If you fuckin with Suckas u getting caught up in the mix
Heard they runnin a play
Bet now they getting blitzed
10 or 12 out of 6
Scraping grams off a brick
Bitch

I was really baggin dope in my mama kitchen
Really trolley-hoppin servin tryna grab a chicken
I know they speak upon my name I don't acknowledge bitches
They kno exactly where I stay n never pop up trippin

But if they really wanna smoke, we can take it there
I'm talkin big Cuban rolls couple 8's in there
My word is bond only bustas gotta plead n swear
Bet take a step over that line and we don't play it fair

You really finna do what?
Don't make me call out yo bluff
Bet what I make in one day is what you make in a month
Y'all really suck, better give that shit up
Tha jealousy be getting to em, playa haters disgust me
On the real