Matt.B - Ridin' Round lyrics

[Hook] Ridin' round the block and all these haters steady jockin' me Getting money, getting p**y, livin' my life s**a free We take it easy cuz you know it ain't really that hard to see That we don't give a f**, so just turn this sh** up x2 [Verse 1: Masta Wutu] We gettin' cash in fact, you do the math As i sit back n laugh, got hoes that roll my gra** I hide my stash, these hoes be actin rash So i, press on the gas, and i never look back... This gyp's ready, flippin' that script cause the world just let me Gettin' this b**h cause she want my baby But i use rubbers cause um hoes want to dead me Keep my aim steady, f**in' um hoes pretty girls wanna wed me Never call um back unless they fed me Chillin' at her crib tell my b**h come get me Young go hard, go so far, like a sonar, or a p**nstar I told y'all, f** the law, Wit a crowbar Escobar Flow so raw, chillin' wit a b**h she a rider like Winona She on the corner, tell her s** my dick cuz I'm never gone phone her See i'm callin' all the shots, cruisin' round the block, drivin' slow homie cause I'm duckin' from the cops I'm cheifin' super hot, from the bottom to the top, motherf** the breaks homie we don't stop [Hook] [Verse 2: Matt.B] I don't give a f**, ridin' around Shirts un-tucked on my side of town Leaning out the window system boomin' The cool mothaf**a that b**h pursuing She ingenue like Sidney Prescott Make her Scream and I don't take a pit stop It's all the same but my money tick tock I'm psycho similar to brain of Hitchco*k Birds chirping, flirting with disaster Doing what I have to, I'm one step faster Fly like NASA, blaze two spliffs then one right after Stay High like 149, hoes and weed be on my mind It's seems like all the time, that I've been working on my grind I keep it moving, striving forward while these s**as fall behind So everything is fine and I'm just trying to get mine All these b**hes asking who the hell I am and what's my sign I tell em ain't no Gemini, your coochie won't be leaving dry I put my hands up in the sky, so don't be telling me no lies With those blue eyes, and that brown hair Thick thighs, fat derrière It's all love and no warfare Smoking dubs And I'm all there In that four door, with the cool air I pour more and I don't care [Hook]