Lyrics Riding Through the City (feat. Young Picasso) - Daytona Chase

Yeah
Yeah
Time to ride wit me (uh yeah)
Come & slide wit me (uh yeah)
Come & slide wit me (uh yeah)
Come & slide wit me (uh yeah)
Let's roll

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)

I'm peelin off whippin hard cruising in a demon (yeah)
I'm sippin leanin everyday this is the killin season (come on)
Ten bands in the sac, I'm a fuckin heathen
If she say she really love me, do she really mean it? (come on)
I'm bugged out, tryna swerve lookin for my freedom
I got a squad full of riders movin like a legion (boom)
Casually on auto pilot but I pack arenas
This ain't jenga, I stand tall
I don't fall to pieces (wooo)
Uh, it's just the way of the game
I hear a lot of broke niggas throwin salt in the game
I'm runnin to the money
That's alot of shit funny
Laughin to the bank (yeah)
But you could never take my pride from me I'm

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)

If I gotta tell you fall back, you betta fall back (fall back)
I been on my grizzy, fuck around I'm in that all black
No pun intended, I be blackin in the stu
Ask envy bout them tools I be packin in the stu
I seen PAC get shot after a session that shit ain't cool
This bitch done gave me top
Damn
I almost crashed
Ask Joey if you play wit my gwop, I'm on that ass
He been hidin so long, I write his mama a tab
I'm hard body on a track
I'm finna bring in them digits (bring it)
Put my dawgs on & I put everything in position
Chef bless I'm in the booth
I'm headed straight to the kitchen (yeah)
Turn this track into a body
I don't play with no spittin let's go

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)

Riding thru the city wit my eyes low (head back)
Bumpin my shit cause I'm all that (all that)
They knowin what's good, yeah I called that (called that)
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me so you can fall back (fall back)