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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
Tip12lve
Tip12lve
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
Te'shaun Powell
Te'shaun Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Schultze
Zach Schultze
Mixing Engineer
Tip12lve
Tip12lve
Producer
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police 'Cause I still got love for a b She don't ever got love for me back Always got a treat, never trick Like no ears in the hat Used to bend that thing over, like no bones in her back B.M. give that thing up, give good head, pull her track Middle finger up, fuck them people Never had a gun that was legal You talkin' tough, but see you run to your people You leaving it in the hands of your people They claiming they don't really understand Throw that pistol on your hand Yeah, you say a lot, but you ain't really at the nigga Take your word and off your mans 'Cause I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police 'Cause I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police I still think to Savannah She knew what we doing, the planner You talk to me but I don't look at the camera You talk to her but she don't ever got manners She tell me she do what she like the most I think what she like's to boast See me everywhere but when you turn around I'm disappearing on you kinda like a ghost And I think all these bitches is trifling Free my cousin, bidding with lifers Fuck em with this, hoping he come home, last time I seen him when they was in diapers Doing the dash, if I crash, tell my son that I told him it's crazy, I did it for fun Police behind me, but I'm on probation, if I get violated, I'll go on the run 'Causes I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police 'Cause I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police I still- Oh, ay, ay, ay, ay Oh, ay, ay, ay, ay I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police I still ride wit it Roll it up, get high wit it On the stand, you lie wit it .40 on me, outside wit it 'Cause I still got love for the streets Cop a gun and glove for the beef You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me Out the window like, fuck the police
Writer(s): Hudson Raquan, Daryl Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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