How U Ridin

Trill fam, young savage you can catch me

Fresh kicks, fresh bos, and a fresh tee

With two crucial ass hos, yeah that's me

Look at him, his eyes closed, he aint even sleep

Say Boosie chill with all that swerving too much dope in here

Nigga slow down, you better think about Big Head and pimp

You want some savage shit, I gotta represent

You want some rider shit, then here it is

(Chorus) 2X

(How U Ride?) Bad bitch, hair did, nails, feet, too

(How U Ride?) Leather seats, TVs, and the beat too

(How U Ride?) Gettin' bent behind tints you can't see though

And my rims way bigger than yours

(Verse 1)

Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck

Suburban. Excursion, that Tahoe, that Lac Truck

Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutless

A Regal, a Monte, whatever you thuggin'

It's suped up, it's couped up, it go down with great sound

And some of it, you gotta keep the roof up or go down

That bad bitch i keep in, that Mustang in sea green

She stuntin' her ass off in that 05 her man bought

How much your paint cost, looked like it just got rained on

Tell me this, when you stop, do your rims stop or they keep going

Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice on

You finna take off them 20's and put them big 23's on

Watching the latest DVDs with the TVs on

It's hot A/C and weather you put heat on

You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on

Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you wanna street on

(Chorus) 2X

(Verse)

You took the cheap route, or did that deck pop out

Or did that tech pop out and that mist pop out

How U Ride? What, you ain't worried about flossin'

You holla fuck what I'm talking cause your shit better that walkin'

Five stickers upon it, look like the junk yard on it

26's upon it then bookoo bitches upon it

What kind of motor up in it, think it can fuck with that Hemme

I got a Cutlless 350 that'll leave you ass by a distance

You with custom interior or original interior

You like them Westside niggas and sit them thangs on them switches

Got about 93 tickets you broke the rear view mirror

You with the four 15's, shit I roll with the four 12's

I got a Lac chrome grill on some factory rims

Hos piled up in here, all on laps, be still

Can't wait to get to the room, nibbling on my ear

Y'all gon' get it, just chill, let me control this wheel

(Chorus) 2X

(Verse 3)

Half a gun, half a bird, I just ride like that

I aint even tryin' to swerve, I just drive like that

Beyonce' face and some thighs like that

attitude like Trina and a ass that fat

Fuck it , I don' told my cousin you can have that Lac

Gon' get your shine on, watch what I'm gon' snatch

I don't know about the top, I spending 85 stacks

With them cozy ass seat that massage my back