Lyrics
I'm Ridin, fucking all those bastards (x 3)
Ridin, I don’t give a fuck ya'll, we don’t give a fuck ya'll, nobody gives a fuck ya'll,
I'm Ridin, with the weed, and the gin, with my homies we have been, lets go and let's begin,
Ridin, to a place we can chill, to a place to fulfil our dreams,
(Hamzy)
I’m cruisin in my ride
Yeah yeah Hamzy is so pride
homies in the back side, screamin out the window
we ride till we die, no lie and no deny
I’m so high, that I can fly and touch the sky
Say goodbye to the rap guy
Say goodbye to the rap guy
Cuz you cant catch me when I pass by
when I pass by
I hit the freeway, Like every other day
But today looks grey, And I don’t like it anyway
Shit there you got the punk police
You now what we say
No justice no peace
Fuck the state and the mothefucking police
Don’t fuck with tha fuckin G’z
Cuz you know we don’t give a fuck so bitch pleas
Ring ring
My phone goes off
It’s my homie
“What you gonna do tonight”
Is he asking me
you know what we do
and I said
(Nfluenz)
look...
you aint gotta say that I laid back, playback
my track, while I’m getting payback,
I can get a real track, if I got a steel pack,
I don’t wanna pray that, you aint got no way back,
to the mall, layin in a shack full of drug packs,
got of my win deck, when I got played on my nut sack,
bitch, get ya life back, before I pull my knife back,
cuz I got a nice deck, full of that ice rag,
I’m the best, when I rap, on that dope track,
give my bitch a day sex, then give her the rage back,
cuz my homies wanna roll back, and get back,
that real stuff, so i get back, and give 'em the nap sack,
I don’t wanna get mean, and get hard,
cuz that wouldn't be smart let me get down for the pop charts,
if you wanna play smart, while I’m playin out my dart,
you wish you'd be hard, but I ripped ya hart apart
