Ridin Around E

Damn. God, aye, aye, hold on. Aye bitch please hand me them motherfucking Multivitamins please bitch, thank you. Talkin' to me. God. What's happenin' SoDato? Good job. Damn. Nigga I'm in the motherfucking trap nigga with two O's nigga and five oranges bitch. Gotta stay healthy on the punk bitch though. Shit. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Sellin' hella packs. God, I'm ridin' 'round. I gotta make it back. Damn. Aye. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ri-ridin' 'round. I- I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Aye. I-I gotta make it back. Damn. Speaking on a nigga make me wanna slide On your homie with the chop, damn. Sippin' Dom Pérignon, feelin' fine, five bands for The Cuban chain. Cartier frames, Butterfly crap, lyrics fresh made. You lying to your fans, you a broke nigga, Stop playin'. I-I was in the trap, you Was in the house. You was makin' songs, Rappin' 'bout my life. I should feel flattered, my other bitch badder. Sippin' out the bottle, I don't got no manners. Act a bitch, ban her. Hit my other phone, you talkin' hella reckless. You actin' like the feds, it's rules to the Game. You fail to comprehend, I don't fuck with Niggas. So bro don't be offended. Givenchy when I kick it, Margiela when I'm chillin'. Goyard swag, Cartier for my bitches. Now bitch let's get it. You got a nigga number, hear that nigga lyin'. As-salamu alaykum, I don't do the swine. Fuck a pig nigga, I'ma get mine. Pink slip holder, everything mine. Everything foreign, like my cousin Chi. Goddamn. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Sellin' hella packs. God, I'm ridin' 'round. I gotta make it back. Damn. Aye. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ri-ridin' 'round. I-ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Aye. I-I gotta make it back. Lately I been out my mind, I might buy Another MAC. Do my dirt by myself, 'cause these niggas might rat. Came up three stacks, bought some shoes for the 'lac. I been drinkin', I been drivin', Pray to God I don't back. Rest in peace D Lil, 'member we was in The trap. Then it all went scrape, Had them bitches sellin' crack. I was winnin' in New Orleans sellin' hella kush Packs. I'd give up everything just to have my Niggas back. Last night I had a dream that The feds was watchin'. Then my cell phone rang and the bread was Callin'. When I get my money up I'ma go Buy me a 'Rari. Pull up on my old bitch like "good morning Darling". I'm a real street nigga, I can't make this shit up. Got some young niggas mobbin' that'll whack your Shit up. All I know is run it up, Real trap nigga. Had to cut that nigga off 'cause he a Rat nigga. Aye. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Sellin' hella packs. God, I'm ridin' 'round. I gotta make it back. Damn. Aye. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. I'm ri-ridin' 'round. I-I- I'm Ridin' 'round. I'm ridin' 'round. Aye. Aye. I-I gotta make it back.