Riders

Rollin' with my riders From the West Coast In the back seat Coolin' with the homies Bitches know me We ain't phony Come and show me Bad bitch named Naomi Finna get it on my own She be callin' me press decline on my phone Man she know ima' dog man she wanted me to bone I been gettin' to the bag even if I'm left alone cause I'm From the city Keep it with me Countin' fifties And I'm dressed in Dickies Ridin' in the fast lane goin' up and down She be starin' at every time I come around Check the kicks on my feet g-walkin' on the ground Disrespect the homie all my brothers gettin' down aye And we rollin' By the ocean And we posted Now the feds patrollin' Rollin' with my riders From the West Coast In the back seat Coolin' with the homies Bitches know me We ain't phony Come and show me Bad bitch named Naomi Baby fuckin' with my team Learned to count up money before I learned how to read Shawty love my swag I been rockin' a white tee Aye chasin' so you gotta pay the fee aye And I been ridin' I'm the pilot Perfect timin' Yea my wrist be shinin' K-Swisses on my feet, rollin' through the street If I'm finna get it then my brothers finna eat Aye hop in the coupe I got leather as the seats And I'm makin' hella moves but I keep shit discreet aye I'm in the West Coast It's the best coast Now my neck froze Yea I'm gettin' pesos Rollin' with my riders From the West Coast In the back seat Coolin' with the homies Bitches know me We ain't phony Come and show me Bad bitch named Naomi