Ridin' Through (feat. KonDDawg)

Me and Kon Fuckin this bitch up raw Finna get rich with dough First imma bake it though Me on a skillet cook my foe And put the heat on low But he don't play no way he'd let you Get away didday Let down the d day doors and let my A.K spray Soon as the bullets start to rain its best to stay a way And you fuckers thought that i did huh Forget bout the past you must think that I'm dumb huh (And I've never) Called you out, like I'm doin' right now It probably is so dumb But it is so fun to wrap it up until you feel nothin' but numb I'm sorry I'm sorry that's it Turns out I'm more of a prick cuz i give more of a shit But more over this ain't the last song I'm calling you a bitch Cuz this ain't even a diss track of you I'm making a hit, bitch And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you Its about fuckin time a Nord a Viking stepped up We're so few underground is dope but its so fucked up Its time for me to stand up be the image of Norway With my buddy Kon its like hell emerged only today The people need a new rapper, new idol I'm only 22 but tell me I'm not too old Ice cube wrote a hit song at 16 I'm stuck between 2 dilemmas do i give up or give in I'm so sick and tired Of watching these dried out artists Either you're in it forever give up or you never start to begin with If you never blew then your heart never was in it But i respect it cuz then you at least tried it I'm here to pick up where others left And that i don't consider theft I'm cooking in the stu like an accomplished chef Fucked in the head like just how Gordon Ramsey fell And i know when you lying, like my enemy tom i can always tell And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you Spinning this shit Spin your block Spin on my cock Spitting for the spot Right at the top Prove I'm the coldest thing to hit the north The hottest shit to hit the south The illest thing to hit a west The hardest thing to hit the east, I'm bombing' peace But never bomb a a set, you know my momma never raised a choker And i guessed it's cultural cause RS spitting like i do So lemme tell you something that you never knew That Norway's number one and you ain't had a clue, so what you do? You wanna have beef with the country that was raised on blood We got beats that could kill you, put you in the mud And these streets yeah they love me, so who are you bud? Take your seats when I'm talking, applaud like a flood And even if I never blow I'd never bow my head down When the street is kinda slow I'll bump and take it to town You'll see people dancing, maybe even singing a song Shit is just like chess I'm the king and you a pawn And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you And you know how we do Riding through with my crew Rapping for fun do Not expect us to like you