Ridley by Lbn Johann Lyrics
{Chorus}
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
{Verse 1}
Pop-out with a missile, you know where we at
We bust at his head, and his brains will go splat
Balling like madden go check out the stats
Finish that pussy like mortal combat
Pussy a dope boy he thinks that he hood
Running him down roll that boy in a wood
Can't get along bitch I'm misunderstood
Can't spend the night if that pussy not good
Don't fuck with bitches I just want the fame
Glock stay on my hip, bitch, and I got the aim
We light up the block, and we call it propane
You fucking with us pussy, what do you gain?
Tired of these nights I've been going through pain
When I hit the top pussy, please don't complain
Riding with tools but this not a game
If bro hit a lick, he's not taking the blame
{Hook}
Sit a the crib while I roll me some dope
Off with his head if he asking for smoke
Thinking shits funny but this not a joke
Keep popping pills just so I could cope
We catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
Praying all night, I could get me a score
I'm at the bottom, but I got some hope
Give it some time lets see where this shit go
{Chorus}
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
{Verse 2}
Run through the checks diamonds bust you can't see me
I pistol whip him his tears run like its Fiji
Don't want to hear it you lame and you weary
Stuff racks in my jeans yeah these mike Amiri
Pussy you a sucker you a scrub and I'm beaming
Aim at your head, body drop and its leaking
Imma get big stack them racks to the ceiling
Your girl wanna fuck, imma hit then I'm leaving
Cum on her face, and it's looking like snow
After we fuck then she leaving for sure
Shoot at the opps while high off this dope
2-4s like I'm Kobe man r.i.p. bro
When I hit the rise yeah my chain, it gon' glow
You tell me I'm capping yeah pussy I know
All of these pills got me moving slow
I'm draped in all black you could call me a crow
{Hook}
Sit a the crib while I roll me some dope
Off with his head if he asking for smoke
Thinking shits funny but this not a joke
Keep popping pills just so I could cope
We catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
Praying all night, I could get me a score
I'm at the bottom, but I got some hope
Give it some time lets see where this shit go
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
{Verse 1}
Pop-out with a missile, you know where we at
We bust at his head, and his brains will go splat
Balling like madden go check out the stats
Finish that pussy like mortal combat
Pussy a dope boy he thinks that he hood
Running him down roll that boy in a wood
Can't get along bitch I'm misunderstood
Can't spend the night if that pussy not good
Don't fuck with bitches I just want the fame
Glock stay on my hip, bitch, and I got the aim
We light up the block, and we call it propane
You fucking with us pussy, what do you gain?
Tired of these nights I've been going through pain
When I hit the top pussy, please don't complain
Riding with tools but this not a game
If bro hit a lick, he's not taking the blame
{Hook}
Sit a the crib while I roll me some dope
Off with his head if he asking for smoke
Thinking shits funny but this not a joke
Keep popping pills just so I could cope
We catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
Praying all night, I could get me a score
I'm at the bottom, but I got some hope
Give it some time lets see where this shit go
{Chorus}
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
Stuck at the bottom, you fuckers can't beat me
I run some racks up and ball like young ridley
Need me some bands imma cop me a Bentley
I'll hit the top then you bitches can envy
They sit and watch like this shit an assembly
Bust at your crib while I count up these fifties
Bitch, please relax, or this shit could get deadly
Don't get it twisted boy I am not friendly
{Verse 2}
Run through the checks diamonds bust you can't see me
I pistol whip him his tears run like its Fiji
Don't want to hear it you lame and you weary
Stuff racks in my jeans yeah these mike Amiri
Pussy you a sucker you a scrub and I'm beaming
Aim at your head, body drop and its leaking
Imma get big stack them racks to the ceiling
Your girl wanna fuck, imma hit then I'm leaving
Cum on her face, and it's looking like snow
After we fuck then she leaving for sure
Shoot at the opps while high off this dope
2-4s like I'm Kobe man r.i.p. bro
When I hit the rise yeah my chain, it gon' glow
You tell me I'm capping yeah pussy I know
All of these pills got me moving slow
I'm draped in all black you could call me a crow
{Hook}
Sit a the crib while I roll me some dope
Off with his head if he asking for smoke
Thinking shits funny but this not a joke
Keep popping pills just so I could cope
We catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
Praying all night, I could get me a score
I'm at the bottom, but I got some hope
Give it some time lets see where this shit go