Rider (feat. Young Thug)

I love my **** next-door to me

I got a rider who would die for me

I fuck back and forth

YSL

I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches

I go get it, I go get it

My **** go and get it

I got some **** comin' with me to the top and I'ma take 'em

And I know them **** hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience

And I got bitches rollin' down on a ****

I go ride on a ****

I went around all them ****

And I shade all my grizzy

I go ride all them ****

I go around all them ****

Go around all them ****

I go ride all them **** on my way to the top

I lost some homies, they got popped

Couple homies they got shot

I don't count it for a man

I want that money and I ain't first

And I ain't lost and I go get it, I go get it

Fuck I leave it all adjustin'

Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket

That's why all you **** watchin', come try me, the option is only you ****

I don't get no money, fuck with true ****

I'm so stiff on y'all hoes

**** know I harsh and I get money on them hoes (Racks racks)

I'm tryna accomplish my goals (Goals)

All these **** bitches and I know it for sure

I got different whips, I got cars galore

I got different bitches, I got women galore

All I know is money and I need me some more

You know I ain't just talkin', they know this

And I'm just poppin' motherfucker, I show shit

I'm already hood-rich, and I'm tryna go legit

I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit

And I got bitches rollin' down on a ****

I go ride on a ****

I went around all them ****

And I shade all my grizzy

I go ride all them ****

I go around all them ****

Go around all them ****

I go ride all them **** on my way to the top

I lost some homies, they got fucked

Couple homies they got shot

I don't count it for a man

Never had a job and never plan on getting one

I came here they rowdy bitches know I'm one on one

Let's relax, relax, and check it though I won

Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue

500 cash with me that's why I got this bag on (Racks)

I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome

My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on

You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone

I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul

Tryna be the reason **** hating on all y’all

Stayed down in this law, we get paid off

Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay

**** stack a G like a Phillipean

And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (Drank it, drank it)

And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)

And I got some water, you can't walk in these

Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (Let's have a party)

And we got options, you can drink some Act, red or green?

All this I drink

Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street

I see the grid, ****, I know CD

Listen, I got bitches rollin' down on a ****

I go ride on a ****

I went around all them ****

And I shade all my grizzy

I go ride all them ****

I go around all them ****

Go around all them ****

I go ride all them **** on my way to the top

I lost some homies, they got fucked

Couple homies they got shot

I don't count it for a man