Ridah Music

Lyrics

[Hook] All my niggas make that ridah music So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it Nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it As long as I keep making ridah music All these real ones they gon' ride to it All my niggas make that ridah music So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it Nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it As long as I keep making ridah music All these real ones they gon' ride to it Nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it [Verse 1] A nigga flossing in that coupe Windows down, my music loud AC blowing smoking Black 'n Milds A nigga pull up on my then I back him down That machine in my seat got a hundred rounds I slide through the jungle, call it my hunting grounds I'm from the streets where the monsters lurkin' All my hoes got vests 'cause them llama squirtin' Tatted tears I'm facing a lot of hurtin' That's why I drink in cars and do a lot of skrt (?) jerkin' Spin tires and my rims perfect I drive a Chevy like its Daytona V12 engine big block rollin' Got a bad chick she my (?) Smoking back to back like (?) [Hook] All my niggas make that ridah music So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it Nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it As long as I keep making ridah music All these real ones they gon' ride to it They say nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it [Verse 2] I'm speeding past my old life in this new whip The same color as French dip My lady holding a J between her French tips Midwest I'm on some pimp shit as usual Futuristic on some new shit as usual You talking bad I'm like who is you I'm supreme, Lafayette Street original Never called a cop you on point No bars is sloppy on point I get dressed and hop out dipping All they do is point The king here, my dream clear BCG, very rare Build for trap, sweat and tears out in the basement I claimed it, (?) is what I named it Allah told me to move gracious So far, that's how I'm riding this (?) That candy gliding on stars That's why I blaze sitting sideways so raw Fifteens in my trunk beating hard 23's on the whip, 23's on the car Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, that's what the switches do to the car Out the window (?) Watch over me oh lord All these boppers, haters, lames F 'em all Ride [Hook] All my niggas make that ridah music So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it Nigga make that ridah music So all my niggas can keep riding to it As long as I keep making ridah music All these real ones they gon' ride to it