Toosii - Rich Ridin lyrics
Toosii [Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger] Syracuse, NY/Raleigh, North Carolina, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Toosii - Rich Ridin lyrics]
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'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this fire then
Lowkey, 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
Skеleton in his closet
He got dеmons 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'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this
(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'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this fire then
Lowkey, 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
Skеleton in his closet
He got dеmons 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'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me
Come and get this