FDP

Ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the beef
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"

'Cause I still got love for a bih'
She don't ever got love for me back
Always got a treat, never trick
Like no ears in the hat
Used to bend that thing over, like no bones in her back
Bm give that thing up, give good head, pull her tracks (is that Tip12lve?)
Middle finger up, fuck them people
Never had a gun that was legal
You talkin' tough, but see you run to your people
You leaving nana house, hang on to your people
They claiming they don't really understand
Throw that pistol underhand
Yeah, you say a lot, but you ain't really at the nigga
Take your word and off your mans

'Cause I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the beef
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"

'Cause I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the beef
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"

I still have a thing for Savannah
She knew what we doing, the planner
You talk to me but I don't look at the camera
You talk to her but she don't ever got manners
She tell me she do what she like the most
Ig when she like a post
See me everywhere but when you turn around
I'm disappearing on you kinda like a ghost

And I think all these bitches is trifling
Free my cousin, bidding with lifers
Fuck 'em with this, cousin hoping he come home
Last time I seen him when they was in diapers
Doing the dash, if I crash
Tell my son that I drove a bitch crazy, I did it for fun
Police behind me, but I'm on probation
If I get violated, I'll go on the run

'Cause I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the beef
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"

'Cause I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the beef
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"
I still

Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (we had to slow it down, slow it down)
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high wit' it
On the stand, you lie wit' it
.40 on me, outside wit' it
'Cause I still got love for the streets
Cop a gun and glove for the-
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin' on me
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"

I still ride wit' it
Roll it up, get high
On the stand, you lie
.40 on me, outside
'Cause I still got love
Cop a gun and glove
You be fuckin', ain't fuckin'
Out the window like, "Fuck the police"