Ridin’ lyrics

(Verse 1)
I was ridin’ with the blick lil n*gga u could get hit
n*gga talkin sh*t aim that .30 at his lip ooh
Aim that .30 at his sh*t ooh
b*tch it’s on my kicks
I got slatt ingrated on my kicks
These lil n*ggas they ain’t on that sh*t
They ain making money bih
I got your b*tch she gon sit up on this di*k
Sit up on my what?
She gon sit up on this di*k she gon ride with my clique
She gon ride wit dat stick
Ima shoot dat stick ima shoo that sh*t
Aim it at your lip
Beyblade let it rip
Like a fart n*gga ima let it rip
Tryna pull my card
Sock you in your sh*t
Ima sock you in your sh*t
Stupid lil b*tch she can't hang with the clique
Stupid lil b*tch she gon style the clique
These n*ggas these n*ggas they stealing the drip
These n*ggas these n*ggas they stealing my sh*t
Stealing my style running off with my sh*t
Amiri my denim Dior on my kicks
Put your hoe in Chanel
Yeah dat b*tch she got bailed
Yeah that b*tch she bad
Yeah she bad as hell
Yeah she wild as hell
Dripped in ysl
I smell like ysl
I feel like carti n*gga
I just stole your b*tch
I just robbed that n*gga
I feel like uzi cuz I hit dat lil woah
Oh my god look at him woah
Oh my god look at his toes
What be dat Givenchy on my toes
Oh my god Givenchy on my toes
Oh my oh my god I just f*cked dat lil hoe
Oh my oh my I just sent that b*tch to the store
Oh my oh my I got drip on my toes
Gucci my bag yeah Gucci my bag yeah
Poppin them tags yeah
Poppin then tags yeah
Gotta big bag yeah
He going out sad yeah