Mikey Dee - Riidee lyrics

[Verse 1: Mikey Dee] I love the chill music Homicide, I k** music Or least the beat psychedelic Type of feel music I siced the boom for them trunk dumpers And yea, I got her moving in them hip huggers True Forget your troubles, we gon' be happy And if you can't take yo' a** home And if you can't hold your liquor Take yo' a** home Nobody babysitting n***as who is past grown That sh** dead We on an all-night flight out on the town Got the plug out the way soon as we touched down Business is pleasure, gotta be I'm shining on these shady n***as so I make it hard to see Imma tell you like No Malice told me Cash rules everything around WE So we get the bigger picture of the life that we conceive Don't worry bout tomorrow as long as God love proceeds And we love you Pablo And we miss you Pete My n***a Lump, Keda Boo, Teff, and Big Sweets Some died by the guns, and some of yall didn't Absent from the body, but your spirit still with us I gotta party hard, only way we know to cope The picture booth and bar got me going home broke Hand on the bible, my loyalty is true Man, it's family over everything And yea that's on the crew Wait, packed club full of bad women And my team set records when they all left with us And we fly on the regular Bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car Never will we let up we [Hook: Mikey Dee & BeanFace] Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (Rigghtt) Ride And we fly on the regular Bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car Never will we let up we Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (Rigghtt) And we fly on the regular Bammas try catch us switching lanes in my fast car BeanFace what's up? [Verse 2: BeanFace] Ride Kickstand the night Oh how I love sipping that sweet dirty Sprite Oh how I love shooting dice, getting fly Putting money in my men pockets so we can live life And that's law Cop me a c**aine white big Chevy, just ride around with my dawgs So fresh, so clean, bad b**h on the scene You would think I was selling that raw Nah, b**h I'm working hard Got a hustler's mentality, I'm always on my job And that's chasing cheese Can't you see? They say I'm the last of a dying breed But if you ask me Clearly, ain't never really been one quite like Bean I'm employed, got two degrees Good sense, respect in the streets This loyalty is part of my creed Do anything for family Whoa Whoa, change up my flow We hit up the functions and spend lots of dough Straight to the bar or the booth where we go Them cameras is flashing, we yelling YOLO Whatcha know? Whatcha know? Last name Face and my first name Bean Dead presidents, all about my cream Seat Pleasant b**h, yea that's my team Yea home of k**ers, home of hustlers Some of them realist and some busters Home of robbers, single mamas Fiends, pistols, and them choppas Home of ballers, KD So many others that chose the streets So many haters, gotta keep the heat Gotta make sure my squad eat Uh huh I gotta make sure my family straight Cuz you know they always tryna hate So we cruise by, riding through in big boy whips You know what it is And we fly on the regular Bammas tryna catch us switching lanes in my big truck Never will we let up [Verse 3: Mikey Dee] Turn it all the way up! Let the system bleed music And keep that thing tucked, unless you gotta use it You really shouldn't have to, tonight we celebrating But what's a wild night without n***as hating? Maybe cuz my youngin swag something like Jamaican And she talking heavy Creole, something like a Haitian Nah I'm just bragging, I had a Boss moment We ride, Ride [Hook: Mikey Dee & BeanFace] Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (True) And we fly on the regular Bammas try catch us switching lanes in my fast car Never will we let up we Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (I hear ya) Ride, (Rigghtt) And we fly on the regular Bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car Never will we let up