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150 – riding lyrics


[intro: tookie]
can’t talk about riding
we the n-ggas that rid
late alone grinding
i was out late copping while them quids
and i squeezed that ting
the wars ain’t bringing that in
violence, do that with no surprising
wave that ’round and i’m digging that in

[verse 1: m24]
i’m good in my hood, of course
and i’m good with the fl!cks and stick as well
this sweet one got -rs- and t-ts as well
fill that clips as well
my man got fried like chips as well
i circled more than once or twice
with slap and stickz as well
on the road, got clout for savage
parties, broski brang it
feds at my door, like d-mn it
d-mn it, caught another case for the maddest
my yardie one, she the baddest
slap it, grab it, i’m love with the backers
she just start comin’ ’round the gbg’s
and now she’s in love with the slappers

[verse 2: tookie]
grabbed him, sad ting, said he weren’t ’bout it
but look now, should’ve never allowed him
not a cl-ss for the clowning, drown him
man done it and burnt that outfit
in the field, their workrate is quiet
but on the net when they talk, they’re the loudest
how is this damp? f-ck, never mind it
cah i was in the t house counting up thousands
ay, side by side in the four wheel motor
oh lard, gangdem, we’re doing up gliding
frightening, stretch that pack like yoga
tryna see cake go wide then heighten
hiding, screw loose got his screws tightened
talk about wrong place, wrong timing
younger, when you’re older, keep your composure
bro just step and press with the lightening

[verse 3: m24]
trap phone still ringing
same with the bots and things, still beating
really handshake them a greeting
ride out as gbg’s to your meeting
ching it, duss, we don’t cause no fuss
made a lot of them buss like s-m-n
demon, demon, me and bro’s like kel and keenan
i was in the trap when i weren’t at school
just tryna move white like liam
opps can’t see him
do a man live like grant done ian
round here, top guys, we be ’em
feds can’t stand ’cause i’m making bucks
you see me? i just can’t wait ’til i see ’em

[verse 4: tookie]
and if you talk tough on beats
but [?] with the streets
they don’t practice what they preach
cah their works don’t match the receipts
what do you mean?
ad’s, gb’s do it live on the streets
bro-bro throw that corn and then skeet
black blade way round then dig it in deep
and she didn’t wanna know back then
bet now she wish that she knew me more
and, look how many yutes we saw
and suttin’ got diced like a ludi board
breaking news, new reports
opp block tour, buss them doors
said he’s been slangin’ trap
real rap, no cap, i can move this fours

[verse 5: m24]
hands on a suttin’
drill that now
back then it was hands on a fl!cks
spill that now
just got a brand new strain of the l
man bill that now
i do it like bikes and jaz, no pdc
but i peel that now
they can’t do it like us, truss
we creep up, they duss, fuss
most of their man’s been touched, ’nuff
gyal want woody and f-ck
i don’t wanna have to cause no fuss
cah it won’t be nice if your bredrins cuts
they talk ’bout cash but they’re f-cking fruss

[verse 6: tookie]
ay, jb hold me down
h-lla boy shh-shh, ride for their homies now
hold me down, holy cow
i been chinging from qway
but them boy wan’ go on like it’s only now
them man do sh-t drills and brag
that’s why me and them couldn’t roll around
still, when i cut i gotta dodge these bacons
true say, they know about me and my status
haters, fools, they’re fools, they’re fakers
real life sh-t, don’t ever mistake it
wave it, wave it, shave it
no faces, no cases and no traces
how many times have clutched on my stainless?
wave that ’round, still bunnin’ them paigons

[outro: m24]
mash on burst
cop, cop, buss
he got-got, that’s us
us, done it and never cause no fuss
left in dust, oh well, get-got, that’s a f-ckin’ must
truss, truss, gbg’s, that’s nuttin’ but love