Webbie
How U Ridin


Trill fam young savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bo's, and a fresh tee
Wit you crucial ass ho's yeah that's me
look at him his eyes closed he aint even sleep
Say boosie chill wit all that swervin
Too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Ya'll want that savage shit i gotta represent
Ya'll want some Rida shit well here it is then

(chorus)x2
How you ridin? Bad Bitch hair did nails did to
how you ridin? leather seat, tv's wit the beats too
how you ridin? gettin bent behind tint you cant see through and my rims way bigga than yours

verse 2
Red Truck Blue Truck Green Truck Black Truck
Surburbans, Excursions, That Tahoe, That Lac Truck
Fuck it or buck it a Delta a cutlas a regal a monte whatever you thuggin
It's swooped up it's cooped up it fold down wit great sound
When summa hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
Now that bad bitch, she be in that mustang or that sea green stuntin her azz off in that 05 her man bought
How much your paint cost look like it just got rained on
Now tell me this when you stop do yo rims stop or they keep going
Yo Nissan yo Neon yo old man capriceon
u finna take off them 20's and put them big 23's on
You watchin the latest dvd's wit the tv's on and it's hot a/c and when it winter turn you heat on
You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
Bicycles motor bikes whatever you want to street on

Chorus X2
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out? do you let that tint pop out if that mess pop out
How you ridin? what you aint worried bout flosssin
hollin fuck what i'm talkin yo shit betta than walkin
it's five stickers up on it look like the junk yard own it no 26's up on it or boo koo bitches up on it what kind of motor up in it
think it can fuck wit a hemi
I got a Cutlas 350 it'll leave yo azz bya dissis
You went and customly did it or original interior you like them westside niggas a set that thang on them switches
Got bout nine or three tickets you broke the rear view mirror
What that's a 415 shit i run wit the 420's
I got a lac chromed grill on that factory rims ho's piled up in here all on laps be still
can't wait to get to the room niblin on my ear
Ya'll dont get it just chill let me control this wheel

Chorusx2
Gun hap Bird man I ride like that
I dont even try to swerve man I drive like that
Wit a beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like trina and a azz that fat
Fuck it i don told my cuzin you can have that lac
gon get ya shine on watch what i'm gon snatch
I dont know but off the top i'm spendin 85 stacks
wit them cozy azz seats that massage my back
Jacksonville mississippi a -town ya'll niggas wit me they talk funny but them boys makin money in new york city
Took some trips up to Houston be all in d town bootin greg street whats happinin wit ya they love that gangsta music
If you gon do it then do it from the benz'z
to buicks let ya end look stupid drop ya 22
Ya'll niggas is clueless dont worry about trill this here anotha hit for yall stupid clowns to steal
GAME TIME

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