Low Ridin

Lyrics

[Intro: Lit Yoshi] RIP Ivy Smith You gone but never forgotten I'ma hold it down Put this shit on my back Ya heard me [Chorus: Lit Yoshi] Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket We ain't with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets We ain't with none of that boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten [Verse 1: Lit Yoshi] I do my own fuckin' hit just for sure your loss Yeah, I had to pay the cost just to be a big boss Head yungin records yeah you know I'm with that sport Disrespect my brother bang I'm knockin' ya off Pullin' up hoppin' out we choppin' 'em down When we hopped out he got down he knownin' what that's bout I'm the reason that he made that paranoid song I know whats going through his mind that youngin' back home Holdin' it down for that top you know he ain't wrong Disrespect that fuckin' top you know that you gone Gorrillas beaten on they chest tryna beat down your dome It's like 2 something in the morning he ain't make it home I'm out late ain't tryna play I'm getting in your face Pull up on side em doin' a 100 we ain't tryna race Stop this bitch right on side em and let this bitch spray Then hit the split ya bitch we had to get away He say he hit back what he hit the fuckin' interstate Yeah, I pull off comfortable and smooth know how to get away Smile on my face 'cause we made that pussy nigga lay Go home go to sleep then we think about that fuckin' K [Chorus: Lit Yoshi] Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket We ain't with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets We ain't with none of that boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin' RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten [Verse 2: Fredo Bang] All the opps be talkin' shit guess I ain't kill enough Yeah, all the dracos I done bought guess they ain't feel enough I copped the rental for my youngins now they fillin' up Pull on side the whip and put him down go pick your nigga up Quick had died my momma cried that shit was funny huh Niggas was laughin' like they don't know how I be comin' huh Yeah, I just slimed me out a slime that nose was runnin' huh He put in a hunnid on a opp he getting that money now Niggas be talkin' bout this and that come get your shake back nigga Before you diss me on a track come get your shake back nigga How many times I gotta say it get your shake back nigga I could of did it I'm on my Ivy shit I paid that nigga [Chorus: Lit Yoshi] Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket We int with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets We ain't with none of that boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin' RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten [Outro: Lit Yoshi] Smile on my face 'cause we made that pussy nigga lay Go home go to sleep then we think about that fuckin' Smile on my face, smile smile on my face Smile on my face when I think about that fuckin' K