Fredo Bang, Lit Yoshi - Low Ridin lyrics

RIP Ivy Smith you gone but never forgotten
I'ma hold it down put this shit on my back
Ya heard me

Low ridin' on a hunt with
A big pocket rocket
We ain't with none of that talkin'
We go in your pockets
We ain't with none of that
Boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

I do my own fuckin' hit
Just for sure your loss
Yeah, I had to pay the cost
Just to be a big boss
Head yungin records yeah you know
I'm with that sport
Disrespect my brother bang I'm
Knockin' ya off pullin' up hoppin' out we
Choppin' 'em down
When we hopped out he got down
He knownin' what that's bout
I'm the reason that he
Made that paranoid song
I know whats going through his
Mind that youngin' back home
Holdin' it down for that top
You know he ain't wrong
Disrespect that fuckin' top you
Know that you gone
Gorrillas beaten on they chest tryna
Beat down your dome
It's like 2 something in the morning
He ain't make it home
I'm out late ain't tryna play
I'm getting in your face
Pull up on side em doin' a
100 we ain't tryna race
Stop this bitch right on side em
And let this bitch spray
Then hit the split ya bitch
We had to get away he say he hit back what
He hit the fuckin' interstate
Yeah, I pull off comfortable and smooth
Know how to get away
Smile on my face 'cause we
Made that pussy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we
Think about that fuckin' K

Low ridin' on a hunt with
A big pocket rocket
We ain't with none of that talkin'
We go in your pockets
We ain't with none of that
Boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin'
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

All the opps be talkin' shit
Guess I ain't kill enough
Yeah, all the dracos I done bought
Guess they ain't feel enough
I copped the rental for my
Youngins now they fillin' up
Pull on side the whip and put him
Down go pick your nigga up
Quick had died my momma cried
That shit was funny huh
Niggas was laughin' like they don't know
How I be comin' huh
Yeah, I just slimed me out a
Slime that nose was runnin' huh
He put in a hunnid on a
Opp he getting that money now
Niggas be talkin' bout this and that
Come get your shake back nigga
Before you diss me on a track
Come get your shake back nigga
How many times I gotta say it
Get your shake back nigga
I could of did it I'm on my
Ivy shit I paid that nigga

Low ridin' on a hunt with
A big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin'
We go in your pockets
We ain't with none of that
Boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin'
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

Smile on my face 'cause we
Made that pussy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then
We think about that fuckin'
Smile on my face, smile smile on my face
Smile on my face when I
Think about that fuckin' K