Ridin' Round

[Hook] I'm ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope Ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope Ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope I get a lot of dough, ridin' round wit a lot of dope (2x) [Video Verse: eGo] I'm ridin' round wit a lot of dope You ridin' round wit a lot of dro My white bitch like white bitch That mean she snort a lot of blow I'm sick bitch, but I don't cough much New Bentley wagon boss truck I don't cost much, I'm lined up Yo girlfriend, she lying nude In my bed with great head, and I bet we practice safe sex My speakers blasting,yeah that hard work is in my tape deck I'm the motherfucking man, bro, I can't be stopped And my Mike stock dead bruh, they can't be copped I say I ridin' round my side of town Hotboxing while cops around My lil' niggas Savemoney squad I'll have them niggas chop you down My blunt lit, my cup full I don't really care bout drunk driving We'll shut her down Me and Leo, we be on Stunt Island From the city of the Goat, where anybody go For that nigga go, ball like sco That's score bitch, you a whore bitch My crib got it's own orbit I should forfeit? That's horseshit Sick Life so I'll enforce it, you dumb bitch My thumbprint what I open my door with [Hook] [Verse 1: eGo] Ridin' round wit my bad bitch Killin' niggas, it's tragic And you cash chase, I cash get Make your girl disappear, its magic I'mma boss, you a gay man I be chillin' in the Caymans I'm out, lil nigga stay in I can't see you in my Ray Bans I'm on lil man, you off nigga Don't ask what it cost nigga I been on the floss nigga Ralph Lauren, fuck Lacoste nigga 22s on the feet, I skate by Fuckin' old heads up, I'm A.I But I won't flop, and I'm gon' pop Watch ya girl get low, I stay high New white Range, but the Chevy nice Lotta fuckin chrome, that's crazy ice And its crazy right, that I won't lose Pickup game I won't choose And I don't play, if you don't pay You'll see why I'm from four-trey I'm sick, I'm dope dog Ion really spit bars, I'm coke dog From the city of the 'Go, where anybody go For that nigga Go, I'll ball like sco That's score bitch, you a whore bitch My crib got its own orbit I should forfeit? That's horseshit! Sick Life bitch, I enforce it You dumb bitch, my thumbprint's What I open my door wit [Hook] [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper] Riding around like skrrrttt, driving up on the curb BB gun to your head, bitch is you scared? Niggas get murked, feelings get hurt Bink bink bink bink if you think that its sweet Click clack Hit licks, hit nigga with a big bat No simpin' for me people, where my bitch at? In the passenger seat, with a hand in her kit kat Kidnap your bitch, put her body in the trunk Ghost ride the clip, nobody in the park Put a lucy in the air, and the Saudi in a blunt Cold body with a cab, but I probably should've jumped Save up, save up, can't no nigga touch my scrilla Except for all my brothers and you nigga unfamiliar [Hook]