bitch the pack came through its a rap for the night fuck with the click all my niggas got swipe (CHORUS-2x) Ride my bike, girl tell me how it feel Ride my bike
The Scrap Thang, Fuck Da Mayback No Champaine But The Seats Go Back My Pole Stand Tall Baby Can You Ball You Aint Gotta Talk But I Want That Jaw My Hit Game Nice My
weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my
I Could Tell By The Look In Your Eyes Something Was Moving The Wrong Way So Unfortunalty You Decided To Climb On The Back Of Your Mans Bike To Go On A Ride
stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one Right hand
a hit from my buddha blessed. Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best. I like my pockets fat, never ever flat. Niggas wanna jack, my .45
shine designed by Christ You about to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense" And yeah, takin food off my mother's table'll get you killed regardless, like my brother's label My
Cocaine Alumni Bitches Be Callin Said I want Cha Babe Streets They Want Cha here Thats My nigga Hussle Montana Front ya dead pack a semi auto shootin
from club hoppin gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin with the glass in my left one Right hand sayin step-son To me my
my whip game proper You know my whip game proper, whip, whip game proper You know my whip game proper, whip game proper Whip game proper, you know my
my fuckin' bike and I'm on a hot ten I lost my fuckin' self because I was drinkin' that juice and gin I got my bike build back up I'm doin' a billie
my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin with the glass in my left one Right hand sayin step-son To me my girls is fancy fly
spin like the rims on a Schwinn Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood Compton on smash, them boys get cash, money like Baby do I got a scar over my
a bundle of cashews In his head, I just sled, As the jungle unravels With my satchel, My lasso, I jumped on my camel Set forth with my pallet And my
Splice my words, saddle my conscience It's rich the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives Relative to the back of my hand Stripping my
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh Uh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CB on bikes I'm switching gears Headlights
up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You
