Correction Lyrics Ridin Wit It by G Herbo

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Yeah
Uh-huh
(Cash Davis on the beat, yeah)

Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin'
How the fuck I ain't end up in there when we was really drillin'?
Can't afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling
Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings?
I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children
They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin'
I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions?
Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain't have no ceilings
Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn't have no feelings
All them bitches under his belt and ain't got no civilians
Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em
Damn, how you know? 'Cause I was right there with him
If I'm in interrogations, I'ma claim my innocence
I won't pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins
Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences
Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence
Go'n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit
Don't see too many, we militant
Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it
Park it in mama garage and just chill in it
Got bullet holes in it, who been in it?
Tint it, be right back in a minute
Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished
Next day, we was back out on business
Got nothin' to prove, I'm just reflectin', God be my witness
Don't disrespect 'cause I'll wet you and won't seek forgiveness
The world really wanna know just how I'm livin'
Gave it to 'em raw, so now I'm one of the realest
And I still got the same killers rollin' with me
Got my Glock, I'm playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60
I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60
Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy
Niggas still mad, they pissy
Know my block sad, they miss me
Mama always said I'd be ridin' with heat
So every time I slide, gotta kiss me
Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek, ain't even gonna buy her some Tiffany
I won't never let 'em catch me slippin' (Uh-uh)

So I'm ridin' with it (Ridin')
Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
Gotta ride with it (Ridin')
Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin')
Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
I'm still ridin' with it (Ridin')
I'ma die for this shit (Grrt)

And I love my hood, but you think I'ma die for this shit? (What?)
All the niggas already died for this shit?
Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit
All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit
Keep my heat, I don't like surprises
And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit
Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise
Ain't no love in this shit
Niggas watched me starve all in this shit
Now I'm eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit
Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick
You wouldn't be hittin' me if I wasn't rich
Miles away, be hearin' this
Then I come back 'round and niggas don't say shit
'Cause I ain't no bitch
You wasn't ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back
When this shit crack and see an opp, it feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift wrap him
And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it
Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I'm Dominique (Wilkins)
Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (Killed 'em)
Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (Swervin')

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