Riding (feat. Kota Vice)

I’ve been riding 'round Windows up and I’m rolling Car don’t make a sound But the loud got me zoning And I gotta tell you now This is how it all goes down Head up in the clouds My feet don’t touch the ground, yeah On cloud with my nine No jet lag I’m fly by design So I pass time, rolling up like a window Always making bands, keep a drum and a symbol Breaking down the green like we keeping it simple Papers in my jeans like I’m looking for info Trying to match me, you don’t know what you in for I be cheefing hard, I don’t ever be gentle And I got what you need Like a backyard I got plenty of weed You a bad B & I just wanna see What your ass bout, when you handling me No offense but you good with the D No OFFENSE but you good with the D I don’t play games, I retired my cleats Baby boo, when I’m through I’ll retire the sheets I’ve been riding 'round Windows up and I’m rolling Car don’t make a sound But the loud got me zoning And I gotta tell you now This is how it all goes down Head up in the clouds My feet don’t touch the ground yeah She always tell me that she riding for me But I dont need no backseat driver shorty I got to get it on my own Hope you take it wrong Cuz that ass look right Im just trying to have a good night Staying in my bag like I took flight Shit, matter fact babygirl I just might Yeah, I be first class pimping Tall glass sipping Travel so much make a hater start tripping Then play it off limping Im saying yall slipping I take your broad, hit it then skate like Bart Simpson And Im riding slow Cruising by in my 6-4 Highly flavored thats how I roll Roll a blunt then its time to go (go) I’ve been riding 'round Windows up and I’m rolling Car don’t make a sound But the loud got me zoning And I gotta tell you now This is how it all goes down Head up in the clouds My feet don’t touch the ground, yeah