Riders

[Hook: Jon Waltz & Ramsay Almighty]
All my niggas they riders
And all your niggas straight traitors
And they gone come around co-sign us
And I be like see y'all later
Sign my niggas they got it
So we don't need no favors
And all my niggas they riders
Fuck all that talk, get paper

Thats cus cash rules, fast moves
And I dont think I asked you
And you ain't really known here
So I suggest you just dont go there
Don't go there, I suggest you just don't go there
So Fuck you and your hand outs
We gone B B B B Bang-Out

[Verse 1: Jon Waltz]
Eversince I was yung'n, all I dreamed about was money
All I ever wanted was cash, Cause you can't really talk if you boys ain't hunting
Can't really walk unless you run it, White girl got my nose runny
If ain't about cash, then it better be ass, either that or don't say nothing
Bitch I learned this shit a while ago, I still got some miles to go
Eating all these niggas, is it cliche if I say I'm on a diet though?
These girls they just ride it though…
Sip New Orleans like 504…
If I like your ho, and you wife that ho
Then tonight she gone be my nicest hoe…. woah
When did I get this way?
Prolly when these niggas tried to get me phased
Same day when these fucking ho ass niggas
Wanna go against me, no way no way…
When the bullshit come skillz say Olay?
Spit fire, spit fire, smoking propane…
So y'all boys repping that white flag….retreat…. now let them AK's just spray
Cause I don't give a fuck no more
All these niggas can't have it
Nigga you don't have shit, you can try and take shit from me
Better bring about 100 of your buddies, bitch nigga
I ain't finna get my ass hunted, bitch nigga
If I gotta run then i'mma run this shit nigga
And when I come back, i'mma bring a black mac
Then show this mothafucka who's gunning it, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ramsay Almighty]
Its a shame right
Ramsay burn wid' out flame lights
Posted up in that spot right, till my niggas all reaching that spotlight
But no Helicopters,ghetto birds
Rolling swishers and spitting verbs
Couple ghetto girls In the bougie burbs
Every single flavour what do you prefer
My sweet desert
She gone pop a cherry when she see the work
She gone poke the rubber when she the drive
She ain't neva love me, she just love the high
New niggas round they be asking for me
Tryna Say You Down, quit the acting homie
You ain't been around, you a joka, Vida Loca, and I Poke Her stroke hah
Still tokin on something potent, mixing up gin and tonic
Blurring thats super sonic, and making up new ebonics
Twisting my fingers up in poistions thats feeling foreign
Living life like a movie, a movie my crew should star in
Ah Man, God damn, we ain't looking at a million
We just tryna make it better for our futures, future children
How bout every holiday we hit the plane and get brazilian
Thats that shit, We Gone Ride, Ima die right on a billion
Thats whats up, nigga

[Hook]