Rich Ridin

Put that strap back (back-back, back-back) for the clique Nah, don't put it back, put it back, know what I'm sayin'? (Ooh, ooh) (Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?) Type shit (type shit, make some more) Feel me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, like Fuck Feel me, just like on some GTA shit Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin' .45 straps, and we slip, and slidin' Low-key, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then Low-key, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this, okay Black mask on, two cell phones Youngin really made it out the 'jects with a chrome Okay, slip, slide, catch a nigga slippin', bust his dome Quiet 'bout it, so don't nobody know Skeleton in his closet, he got demons in his home Pray for him, got demons in his home Okay, youngin really made it out the 'jects, mhm-mm Fuckin' with these burnin' ass hoes, mhm-mm Youngin, he gon' die for his respect, mhm-mm Play with me, I wish a nigga would Okay, whole gang ready to blow shit like propane Glock turn a nigga to a no name I don't need no fame, we turn a nigga shit to lo mein When we bust, you better get low, man Okay, brodie with me, with whatever, ready to crash out Tell him, "Chill," but he gon' take the crash route We took the fast route, now, we got cash, ready to cash out Still rich ridin' ready to lash out Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin' .45 straps, and we slip, and slidin' Low-key, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then Low-key, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this-