Godsent - RiderU9 Lyrics

He said, "spent 10k I drew"
A couple thou-wow
Just for the vibes yeah
Just for the vibe
Some niggas write with the pen
That bih go new speed
And some niggas end up right in the pen
That bih go new speed
That bih go new speed
That bih go new speed
That bih go new speed, 2 tone flawless baguette
I an go to a Nike school but Im all about my ch-check
You know what I say, don't catch no feelings over me yeah
Oh Oh
This bih go new speed
She got on flawless diamonds
Her diamonds flawless yea
Her diamonds flawless,
Her p**sy wet,
Im sick and tired of these baguettes
Yea
Come from out the westside where its foreign cars and jets, yeah
Come from out the westside where they rollin dice for debt, yeah
Come on hurry up
We ain't as young as you lil niggas
Aye Noah, how you feelin' back there young old nigga
Haha pops a fool
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Dj: Pops you good
Ridin round the westside, wit Rub, we on the bench pod
Snowcaps on the bus, grabb' time wit Cool, and we got the best za
Double R buying 3's, a hunnid a shoe, and Im buying new jewels
And her man make her wet, just like a boat, but I make her a whole cruise
Two tone flawless baguettes out the water I need jewelry
I seen some young niggas tryna merge the lane, but they ain't Swervin
She said she happy in her relationship, but the vibe was different in person
Lil Molly from Wisconsin, she ain't never been to Cali, I want her to surf me
Why you punch the clock if you was innocent
Yea yea
Why you all up on me if yeen interested yea
Ife West, high flyer, gettin high just for the vibe tho
Call Nic inside the field, wear Canada Goose, need some where to run to
We in buffalo payin' bills, right by the border we by his old home
Pull up to the telly
Panties down, pull yo panties down
I'll never be FTB, but Im still down to f T.B
Don't u know I roll wit gangstas, Im thurl, and I live on side of G
Pull up to the Ville, like dem my brothers, I f*ck wit pops and Riek
Pull up to the Ville, That aint Bow Wow, that's Super Pro The T
Nigga need him a battle pass in the field, he gone sleep in a fort tonight
Like I'm at his home hittin' his work Imma make him a dork tonight
I got rap niggas under my wing like all aboard the flight
Like look at her ass move in them jeans, like yea of course it's tight
I'm ignoring her red flags and she green, I might even f*ck a dyke
"D I an go in yo room what do you mean?" Well Imma call the police ight
Like Ant McCall said holy shit fellas Imma f*ck her tonight
He said some slick shit got em confused and then he dicked em, ayo
Pause
Philly nigga he don't dance but blicked em
Bars
Pops so old on Christmas, he was f*ckin' (hoho) Misses Claus
Spring break with the homies down in Miami f*ckin' these bad bitches
Way before the rap shit I was still out here f*ckin' these bad bitches
Way before a mention on instagram I can say I was really @ niggas
Spent 10k, I drew, over a hunnid thousand but I'd rather jack niggas
Big Riq ah blow da whole block down