CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Thug Poetry / Riding Dirty

Drum Dummie
Oh, oh, dun, dun, dun, dun
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah dun, dun, dun, dun
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
NLE the Top Shotta
We got bombs like Al-Qaeda

What's with all these pu**y a** n***as steady speakin' on my name?
I send a n***a straight to heaven if he reachin' for my chain
Ay b*t*h I'm ridin' for my dawgs just like [?]
A bunch of hollows in this Glock, I bet I hit you with this flame yeah, yeah
I had to walk down on the opps 'cause they slid on my n***a
I was prayin' to the lord and my dreams got bigger
I might just OD 'cause these Percocets, they-
-two, three, four, shots, shots
Glock up in my pants so I run from police car
Had a down b*t*h, but I couldn't even keep her
Relaxing my mind when I blow on this [?]
I'm riding dirty with this .40 and I hope that they don't take me
Glizzy got a beam and it don't got a safety
Popping all these Perkies, hope the lord don't take me
Everybody gotta die, so a n***a gotta face it
Hop up out that coupe with that Draco and it's a man down
Put one up in his head, leave him dead, make him lay down
Double D's on this choppa, yeah you know we tote a hunnid rounds
Suppressor on the barrel, when I shoot it won't make a sound
B*t*h I fell in love with killin', man that sh*t it make me happy
My n***as they be with it, they ain't grow up with a daddy
B*t*h I'm robbin' the plug, if that n***a try to tax me
If I ain't got it, then my n***a got it, I ain't lackin'
I was sittin' up in juvenile, askin' when I'm getting out
Trappin' at my momma house, bowls comin' in and out
Used to get kicked out, had to sleep on Trey's couch
Now I got a mansion the size of the White House
Four shots, five shots, six shots, ooh
Screamin' f**k my teacher 'cause I dropped out of school
Remember askin' momma just to buy me some shoes
I was just hittin' licks-