Ridin Around

(Woah, yeah yeah)
3 in the morning, I'm texting yo bitch
I told her to slide
I know you mad, she ain't yours, she mine
Don't fuck with the haters, I give em the side
Told her, I loved her, but I really lied
She too obsessed, she won't stop blowing my line
I say the wrong thing, you know that she crying
Fuck with this bitch, yeah she got me high
Got the pack out, waiting for more
Booted as hell, rocking out all my shows
Talking that shit, he put K to your nose
Fuck with your bitch, I put her front row
I'm in the backstage smoking that loud
Fuck with me, you know i'm Ridin Around
You want this money? This shit comes in pounds
Bitch, I feel like a king, I'm asking for my crown
Drive for the money, that's all it gon' take
You know that clout is the worst drug they take
Yeah I love my team, I'm never gon' fake
But fuck all that fake shit you brought
You just is a snake
Told her that I come at 8, All of this shit on my mind ain't okay
I'm blowing on premium Circle K, fuck with me you just might a K
Starting some beef, I put you on the map
Say all my pockets full, that is no cap
I'm still grinding cause yo bitch know that I rap
Snotty nose, tell my boy, you my slatt
Talking lil bitch, lil boy you a rat
Fucking my money up, you cost a rack
Sipped on his drank and that shit was flat
Smoked on his carts, yeah that shit was wack
And I promise myself to never hang out with any of these lames
Yeah all that they want is me, for the fame
Say that you catch me, you going insane
Yeah, I just want mix Number Nine, with Maison Margiela
Your bitch fucking on me, cause i'm a trend setter
He took too much, he look under the weather
My Rick Owen on, my jacket is leather
Got the pack out, waiting for more
Booted as hell, rocking out all my shows
Talking that shit, he put K to your nose
Fuck with your bitch, I put her front row
I'm in the backstage smoking that loud
Fuck with me, you know i'm Ridin Around
You want this money? This shit comes in pounds
Bitch, I feel like a king, I'm asking for my crown