Rich Ridin

Put that strap back (back-back, back-back) for the clique
Nah nah, don't put it back
I gotta put it back, you feel what I'm sayin'? (Ooh, ooh)
(Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?)
Type shit (type shit, make some more)
Feel me, nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, like
Fuck
Feel me, just on some GTA shit

Whole gang been rich riding
Never hiding
Four, five straps and we still been sliding
Low key but still providing
Yeah
And if you looking for me, come and get this fye then
Low key but still providing
Yeah
And if you looking for me, come and get this

Okay, black mask on
Two cellphones
Youngin' really made it out the 'jects with a chrome
Okay, slip-slide, catch a nigga slipping bust his dome
Quiet 'bout it so don't nobody know
Skeleton in his closet
He got demons in his home
Pray for 'em, got demons in his home
Okay, youngin' really made it out the 'jects, mhm
Fucking with these burning ass hoes, mm-mm
Youngin' he gon' die for his respect, mhm
Play with me I wish a nigga would
Okay, whole gang, ready to blow shit like propane
Glock turn a nigga to a no name
I don't need no fame
We turn a nigga shit to lo mein
When we bust, you better get low mane
Okay, brodie with me
With whatever, ready to crash out
Tell 'em chill but he gon' take the crash route
We took the fast route
Now we got cash, ready to cash out
Still rich, riding ready to lash out

Whole gang been rich riding
Never hiding
Four, five straps and we still been sliding
Low key but still providing
Yeah
And if you looking for me, come and get this fye then
Low key but still providing
Yeah
And if you looking for me, come and get this