Ridah Music - Stalley

So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it

Nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

As long as I keep making ridah music

All these real ones they gon' ride to it

All my niggas make that ridah music

So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it

Nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

As long as I keep making ridah music

All these real ones they gon' ride to it

Nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

A nigga flossing in that coupe

Windows down, my music loud

AC blowing smoking Black 'n Milds

A nigga pull up on my then I back him down

That machine in my seat got a hundred rounds

I slide through the jungle, call it my hunting grounds

I’m from the streets where the monsters lurkin'

All my hoes got vests 'cause them llama squirtin'

Tatted tears I’m facing a lot of hurtin'

That’s why I drink in cars and do a lot of skrt

(?) jerkin'

Spin tires and my rims perfect

I drive a Chevy like its Daytona

V12 engine big block rollin'

Got a bad chick she my (?)

Smoking back to back like (?)

All my niggas make that ridah music

So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it

Nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

As long as I keep making ridah music

All these real ones they gon' ride to it

They say nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

I’m speeding past my old life in this new whip

The same color as French dip

My lady holding a J between her French tips

Midwest I’m on some pimp shit as usual

Futuristic on some new shit as usual

You talking bad I’m like who is you

I’m supreme, Lafayette Street original

Never called a cop you on point

No bars is sloppy on point

I get dressed and hop out dipping

All they do is point

The king here, my dream clear

BCG, very rare

Build for trap, sweat and tears out in the basement

I claimed it, (?) is what I named it

Allah told me to move gracious

So far, that’s how I’m riding this (?)

That candy gliding on stars

That’s why I blaze sitting sideways so raw

Fifteens in my trunk beating hard

23's on the whip, 23's on the car

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, that’s what the switches do to the car

Out the window (?)

Watch over me oh lord

All these boppers, haters, lames F 'em all

Ride

All my niggas make that ridah music

So us gangsters gon' keep riding to it

Nigga make that ridah music

So all my niggas can keep riding to it

As long as I keep making ridah music

All these real ones they gon' ride to it