Lil Boosie - How U Ridin lyrics

Trill fam, young savage you can catch me Fresh kicks, fresh bos, and a fresh tee With two crucial a** hos, yeah that's me Look at him, his eyes closed, he aint even sleep Say Boosie chill with all that swerving too much dope in here n***a slow down, you better think about Big Head and pimp You want some savage sh**, I gotta represent You want some rider sh**, then here it is (Chorus) 2X (How U Ride?) Bad b**h, hair did, nails, feet, too (How U Ride?) Leather seats, TVs, and the beat too (How U Ride?) Gettin' bent behind tints you can't see though And my rims way bigger than yours (Verse 1) Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck Suburban. Excursion, that Tahoe, that Lac Truck f** it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutless A Regal, a Monte, whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it go down with great sound And some of it, you gotta keep the roof up or go down That bad b**h i keep in, that Mustang in sea green She stuntin' her a** off in that 05 her man bought How much your paint cost, looked like it just got rained on Tell me this, when you stop, do your rims stop or they keep going Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice on You finna take off them 20's and put them big 23's on Watching the latest DVDs with the TVs on It's hot A/C and weather you put heat on You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you wanna street on (Chorus) 2X (Verse) You took the cheap route, or did that deck pop out Or did that tech pop out and that mist pop out How U Ride? What, you ain't worried about flossin' You holla f** what I'm talking cause your sh** better that walkin' Five stickers upon it, look like the junk yard on it 26's upon it then bookoo b**hes upon it What kind of motor up in it, think it can f** with that Hemme I got a Cutlless 350 that'll leave you a** by a distance You with custom interior or original interior You like them Westside n***as and sit them thangs on them switches Got about 93 tickets you broke the rear view mirror You with the four 15's, sh** I roll with the four 12's I got a Lac chrome grill on some factory rims Hos piled up in here, all on laps, be still Can't wait to get to the room, nibbling on my ear Y'all gon' get it, just chill, let me control this wheel (Chorus) 2X (Verse 3) Half a gun, half a bird, I just ride like that I aint even tryin' to swerve, I just drive like that Beyonce' face and some thighs like that attitude like Trina and a a** that fat f** it , I don' told my cousin you can have that Lac Gon' get your shine on, watch what I'm gon' snatch I don't know about the top, I spending 85 stacks With them cozy a** seat that ma**age my back