MemoTheMafioso - Riding Dirty lyrics
[MemoTheMafioso - Riding Dirty lyrics]
Yeah man
Y’all know what the fuck it is tho man
Praise The Real, Fuck the rest
30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin
Dirty in the trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain’t enough
We was up, servin dubs
Now we get it by the dove
Send a pack in the mail
Anythang for the sale
If you want it, then i got it
We ain’t cutting no deal
I just upped another caliber
I’m upping the scale
The real deal heavyweight like
My name Holyfield
I been cuttin in this Bitch
Like I hit the cane wit it
Stash spot wit a brick and likе 50k in it
You be talking what you did
Boy this is everyday bidnеss
Big stepping every play
Prolly why I stay trippen
I done gained a lot of yards
I ain’t dropping the ball
Heard em makin them remarks
But ain’t making tha call
I can hear it in yo heart
You ain’t built for this brawl
Im finna start pulling sum cards
Swear I’m tired of y’all
They really purpin for what?
Do it all for tha look
Super man up on the gram
But in person be shook
All she needed was a taste
Bet im leaving her hooked
Just pay attention baby listen for
U get over looked
They was talkin first place till
It got over took i be laughing in they face
Got em thinking it’s good
I got the izm of a god
But don’t follow the book
They try to copy recipes
N still don’t kno how to cook i’m up
30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin
Dirty in tha trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain’t enough
We was up, servin dubs
Now we get it by the dove
I swear these bustas like bitches the way
They stay up on the tip
If you fuckin wit Suckas u getting
Caught up in the mix
Heard they runnin a play
Bet now they getting blitzed
10 or 12 out of 6 scraping grams off a brick
Bitch
I was really baggin dope in my mama kitchen
Really trolley-hoppin servin tryna
Grab a chicken i know they speak upon my
Name I don’t acknowledge bitches
They kno exactly where I stay
N never pop up trippin
But if they really wanna smoke
We can take it there
I’m talkin big Cuban rolls
Couple 8’s in there
My word is bond only bustas
Gotta plead n swear
Bet take a step over that line
And we don’t play it fair
You really finna do what?
Don’t make me call out yo bluff
Bet what I make in one day is
What you make in a month
Y’all really suck, better give that shit up
Tha jealousy be getting to em
Playa haters disgust me on the real
Y’all know what the fuck it is tho man
Praise The Real, Fuck the rest
30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin
Dirty in the trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain’t enough
We was up, servin dubs
Now we get it by the dove
Send a pack in the mail
Anythang for the sale
If you want it, then i got it
We ain’t cutting no deal
I just upped another caliber
I’m upping the scale
The real deal heavyweight like
My name Holyfield
I been cuttin in this Bitch
Like I hit the cane wit it
Stash spot wit a brick and likе 50k in it
You be talking what you did
Boy this is everyday bidnеss
Big stepping every play
Prolly why I stay trippen
I done gained a lot of yards
I ain’t dropping the ball
Heard em makin them remarks
But ain’t making tha call
I can hear it in yo heart
You ain’t built for this brawl
Im finna start pulling sum cards
Swear I’m tired of y’all
They really purpin for what?
Do it all for tha look
Super man up on the gram
But in person be shook
All she needed was a taste
Bet im leaving her hooked
Just pay attention baby listen for
U get over looked
They was talkin first place till
It got over took i be laughing in they face
Got em thinking it’s good
I got the izm of a god
But don’t follow the book
They try to copy recipes
N still don’t kno how to cook i’m up
30 ball touchdown last month
I just made another 30 ridin
Dirty in tha trunk
Double up 30 times n it still ain’t enough
We was up, servin dubs
Now we get it by the dove
I swear these bustas like bitches the way
They stay up on the tip
If you fuckin wit Suckas u getting
Caught up in the mix
Heard they runnin a play
Bet now they getting blitzed
10 or 12 out of 6 scraping grams off a brick
Bitch
I was really baggin dope in my mama kitchen
Really trolley-hoppin servin tryna
Grab a chicken i know they speak upon my
Name I don’t acknowledge bitches
They kno exactly where I stay
N never pop up trippin
But if they really wanna smoke
We can take it there
I’m talkin big Cuban rolls
Couple 8’s in there
My word is bond only bustas
Gotta plead n swear
Bet take a step over that line
And we don’t play it fair
You really finna do what?
Don’t make me call out yo bluff
Bet what I make in one day is
What you make in a month
Y’all really suck, better give that shit up
Tha jealousy be getting to em
Playa haters disgust me on the real