"Ridin" lyrics
Dolan Beats Lyrics
(feat. Playboi Carti)
(What?)
(What? What?)
Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? What?)
I'm riding with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body
Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body
Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty
Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh
Diamonds all in my cuffs
Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah
I'm in the trap, she playing my stuff, yeah
Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah
I walk with the wolves
Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move
Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh
On the flip side, we ain't really had shit
Went our game up, and now we finally rich
Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah
I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah
50K on the bitch
Yeah, let's go
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off)
I'm riding with the windows down (What?), yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah)
(What, jump out, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Niggas talking 'bout pressure
50K on my dresser, give that shit to a young boy
Do this shit on the regular
Nigga, give a fuck 'bout none
Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough
Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah
Steal you out your funds
Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun
Whole lotta motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, ah
Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay
All this money on me, you know I gotta place my bets, okay
All this money I'm counting, I got a paper cut, yeah
Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah
I'm so up, up, up, bitch I think I'm really stuck, yeah
You can't fuck with us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah
In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here bitch, let's go
Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Ready the bitch, we ready to hit
Yeah, we ready for shit
Niggas ain't really wi-yeah
We ready for shit
Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah
(Ride!)
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Yeah, yeah
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? What?)
I'm riding with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
(What? What?)
Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? What?)
I'm riding with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body
Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body
Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty
Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh
Diamonds all in my cuffs
Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah
I'm in the trap, she playing my stuff, yeah
Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah
I walk with the wolves
Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move
Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh
On the flip side, we ain't really had shit
Went our game up, and now we finally rich
Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah
I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah
50K on the bitch
Yeah, let's go
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off)
I'm riding with the windows down (What?), yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah)
(What, jump out, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
Niggas talking 'bout pressure
50K on my dresser, give that shit to a young boy
Do this shit on the regular
Nigga, give a fuck 'bout none
Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough
Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah
Steal you out your funds
Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun
Whole lotta motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, ah
Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay
All this money on me, you know I gotta place my bets, okay
All this money I'm counting, I got a paper cut, yeah
Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah
I'm so up, up, up, bitch I think I'm really stuck, yeah
You can't fuck with us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah
In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here bitch, let's go
Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Jump out the window, you feeling this shit
Ready the bitch, we ready to hit
Yeah, we ready for shit
Niggas ain't really wi-yeah
We ready for shit
Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah
(Ride!)
Homicide, homicide, homicide
Yeah, yeah
I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? What?)
I'm riding with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)
Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, Lord, yeah)
Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)
Lord, can you spare me? Yeah
Lord, can you spare me?
