Ridin Round

[Intro]
Don’t creep on the west side
It might be the best side
Go get your vest right
Leave em to rest right

LND
Brunt st
Smoke a blunt
Comfy
LND
Brunt st
Smoke a blunt
Comfy

[Chorus]
Don’t run
I’m ridin round
Gotta gun
Im ridin round
Through the city
Im ridin round
What you want?
I’m riding round
Wit ya bitty
Ridin round
We like a ton
Ridin round
Got life
Riding round
I’m on the run
I’m riding round

[Verse 1]
Ridin round these streets my trunk smell a pound of Keef
Ain’t no mileage fuck yo stylist when it come to fleek
This ain’t Gucci this ain’t Prada you ain’t got this piece
Don’t make me drop a couple hundred for what’s on ya feet
After riot trauma niggas be like sayonara
Leave the east, put up the peace
Like the Dali llama

I’m on the block what’s in my sock they love the cauliflower
Just got designer dimes ordered straight off Ali baba
Jimmy Hendrix with the afro
Tried not to be a asshole
In the booth with a cash flow
Ammunition like Rambo
Cooking, I write to the beat
Play me I come wit that heat
I get it poppin for cheap
You see the bape on my feet

[Chorus]
LND
Brunt st
Smoke a blunt
Comfy
LND Brunt st
Smoke a blunt
Comfy

Don’t run
I’m ridin round
Gotta gun
Im ridin round
Through the city
Im ridin round
What you want?
I’m riding round
Wit ya bitty
Ridin round
We like a ton
Ridin round
Got life
Riding round
I’m on the run
I’m riding round