Chance The Rapper - Ridin' Round lyrics

[Hook] I'm ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope Ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope Ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round wit a lot of dope I get a lot of dough, ridin' round wit a lot of dope (2x) [Video Verse: eGo] I'm ridin' round wit a lot of dope You ridin' round wit a lot of dro My white b**h like white b**h That mean she snort a lot of blow I'm sick b**h, but I don't cough much New Bentley wagon boss truck I don't cost much, I'm lined up Yo girlfriend, she lying nude In my bed with great head, and I bet we practice safe s** My speakers blasting,yeah that hard work is in my tape deck I'm the motherf**ing man, bro, I can't be stopped And my Mike stock dead bruh, they can't be copped I say I ridin' round my side of town Hotboxing while cops around My lil' n***as Savemoney squad I'll have them n***as chop you down My blunt lit, my cup full I don't really care bout drunk driving We'll shut her down Me and Leo, we be on Stunt Island From the city of the Goat, where anybody go For that n***a go, ball like sco That's score b**h, you a who*e b**h My crib got it's own orbit I should forfeit? That's horsesh** Sick Life so I'll enforce it, you dumb b**h My thumbprint what I open my door with [Hook] [Verse 1: eGo] Ridin' round wit my bad b**h k**in' n***as, it's tragic And you cash chase, I cash get Make your girl disappear, its magic I'mma boss, you a gay man I be chillin' in the Caymans I'm out, lil n***a stay in I can't see you in my Ray Bans I'm on lil man, you off n***a Don't ask what it cost n***a I been on the floss n***a Ralph Lauren, f** Lacoste n***a 22s on the feet, I skate by f**in' old heads up, I'm A.I But I won't flop, and I'm gon' pop Watch ya girl get low, I stay high New white Range, but the Chevy nice Lotta f**in chrome, that's crazy ice And its crazy right, that I won't lose Pickup game I won't choose And I don't play, if you don't pay You'll see why I'm from four-trey I'm sick, I'm dope dog Ion really spit bars, I'm coke dog From the city of the 'Go, where anybody go For that n***a Go, I'll ball like sco That's score b**h, you a who*e b**h My crib got its own orbit I should forfeit? That's horsesh**! Sick Life b**h, I enforce it You dumb b**h, my thumbprint's What I open my door wit [Hook] [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper] Riding around like skrrrttt, driving up on the curb BB gun to your head, b**h is you scared? n***as get murked, feelings get hurt Bink bink bink bink if you think that its sweet Click clack Hit licks, hit n***a with a big bat No simpin' for me people, where my b**h at? In the pa**enger seat, with a hand in her kit kat Kidnap your b**h, put her body in the trunk Ghost ride the clip, nobody in the park Put a lucy in the air, and the Saudi in a blunt Cold body with a cab, but I probably should've jumped Save up, save up, can't no n***a touch my scrilla Except for all my brothers and you n***a unfamiliar [Hook]