Chris Rivers, Jarren Benton - Riding lyrics

Cyphing on some trees yo
Riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream ho
With the feends though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream though

Backpack, with some fat tracks grab back
Fat raps with a fat ass, smack that
Hit her from the back while I Snapchat

Natural born asshole
Tryna get better, but the cash flow
Make a nigga like it's
And I just wanna see my
Pops when he pass though
But that's cool, gotta act a fool
Gotta work hard, ain't going back to school
Now I'm with a car, and a yacht and a pool
Call me John Wilx, going hard in the Booth
Gotta

Cyphing on some trees yo
Riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream ho
With the feends though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream though

Ride around with my G's
Middle fingers up to police
They hate you so much, Kelis
Get the fuck off my dick, let me breathe

Head right, make a nigga buy a Berkin bag
Roli on the block, still serving crack
Baby mama bout to make me have a heart attack
Bitch, damb
Who the fuck that nigga? I want all of that
Take a picture, motherfucker get an autograph
Chainsaw blade murder murder kill kill
Chopper make a nigga do a windmill
Getting head in the whip, nigga
Swerving in the bitch
Hit the break and bitch
Going through the windshield
Head on colision

These feds turning niggas into made
Them go to prison liquor hit my liver
Rabbit's turn into chicken dinners
No retreat, no surrender kill
Sean P doing laundry
Cold in the summertime, like I'm Tina Marie
Fuck anybody that's sleeping on me
Bout to ride on them hoes
It's just me and my G's

Cyphing on some trees yo
Riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream ho
With the feends though
Made it out the gutter with a
Dollar and a dream though