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letra de ridin wit it - g herbo

[intro]
yeah
uh-huh
(cash davis on the beat, yeah)

[verse 1]
reminiscin’, sat in county a week, was in there chillin’
how the f-ck i ain’t end up in there when we was really drillin’?
can’t afford to take a loss again, i know the feeling
d-mn, why the f-ck you always in your feelings?
i been bangin’ with wopskino fair since we was children
they k!lled tracey that same night when we was out there chillin’
i started rappin’, how the f-ck i end up with some millions?
me and cap was sippin’ drip like we ain’t have no ceilings
n-gga, max was on them hits, so he couldn’t have no feelings
all them b-tches under his belt and ain’t got no civilians
just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get ’em
d-mn, how you know? ’cause i was right there with him
if i’m in interrogations, i’ma claim my innocence
i won’t pay you back with vengeance, k!ll you, count these benjamins
spittin’ similes, foenem listenin’, knockin’ out they sentences
labels tryna meet me ’bout, uh, handle with due diligence
go’n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit
don’t see too many, we militant
had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it
park it in mama garage and just chill in it
got bullet holes in it, who been in it?
tint it, be right back in a minute
n-ggas hearin’ stories, they thinkin’ we finished
next day, we was back out on business
got nothin’ to prove, i’m just reflectin’, god be my witness
don’t disrespect ’cause i’ll wet you and won’t seek forgiveness
the world really wanna know just how i’m livin’
gave it to ’em raw, so now i’m one of the realest
and i still got the same k!llers rollin’ with me
got my glock, i’m playin’ nip, feel like a rollin’ 60
i already mentioned duwop, i still roll with 60
still got a temper, lose control, you would think i roll with missy
n-ggas still mad, they p-ssy
know my block sad, they miss me
mama always said i’d be ridin’ with heat
so every time i slide, gotta kiss me
lil’ b-tch mad i bought wifey a patek, ain’t even gonna buy her some tiffany
i won’t never let ’em catch me slippin’ (uh-uh)
[chorus]
so i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’)
yeah, i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
gotta ride with it (ridin’)
fightin’ cases and sh-t, i still gotta ride with it (ridin’)
yeah, i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
i’m still ridin’ with it (ridin’)
i’ma die for this sh-t (grrt)

[verse 2]
and i love my hood, but you think i’ma die for this sh-t? (what?)
all the n-ggas already died for this sh-t?
candlelights, n-ggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin’ and sh-t
all these b-tches talkin’ ’bout they love me, out there lyin’ and sh-t
keep my heat, i don’t like surprises
and i see the envy all in your eyes, sh-t
devil in disguise want me to meet my demise
ain’t no love in this sh-t
n-ggas watched me starve all in this sh-t
now i’m eatin’, n-gga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this sh-t
give no f-ck, n-gga, suck my d-ck
you wouldn’t be hittin’ me if i wasn’t rich
miles away, be hearin’ this
then i come back ’round and n-ggas don’t say sh-t
’cause i ain’t no b-tch
you wasn’t ridin’ ’round with them l!cks tryna get your l!ck back
when this sh-t crack and see an opp, it feel like christmas, n-gga finna gift wrap him
and i spent so much stackin’ this sh-t, i forgotten it
hit the a, they love me, i feel like i’m dominique (wilkins)
did some louis kicks, i mixed the virgil top with it (k!lled ’em)
urus truck, i copped the whip, then sl-t, your bop in it (swervin’)
[chorus]
so i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’)
yeah, i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
gotta ride with it (ridin’)
fightin’ cases and sh-t, i still gotta ride with it (ridin’)
yeah, i’m ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
i’m still ridin’ with it (ridin’)
i’ma die for this sh-t

- g herbo

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