Letras
Verse 1
Riding through the city with a badie, Smoking at the wheel, top down on atlantic, Heater on my lap in traffic, still about that action even though I aint active, aye aye aye, Jumpin out the rolla H.a. f., with the toaster on the side cause the gold on my neck, I be all a bout a check no flex, match dollars with a gold selling artist no sweat, pop bottles pop bands before i lay up in bed, bet my sheets gone be whiter than the Klue Klux Klan, from a nigga with grams, to a pocket of grands, all straight for the fan, I respect Gods plans, you gotta get it how you can, In the gym at 3:00am like jimmy butler, still got the crown like lebron mutha fucka, LB17’s on feet, I go hard 23 Keep a hr to sleep, catching nothing to flee, cause Im fly like geese, boy Im built for this, you get tied, like reese, cause Im that beast, and I fly South east, homicide trynna slide on 79 that g, If the price is right, imma pay that fee,and if its personal you can get it straight from me, yeah, you can get it straightt from me, said if its personal then you can get it straight from me,
Chorus
I’m just riding through the boulevard, Rollin through the city, all the bad bitches wanna see, Im just riding through the boulevard riding through the city, chuck in up the set cause its the chief
Verse 2
Going baseline, bang with the gold by my waste line, my line stay gangsta, like they came outta way side, fake guys roll snake eyes, Put a K by yolife if you try and take mine, Imma giant to these niggaz when they see me, these rappers lien especially 1s on tv, they fuckin give up they soul so they can be me, I load a clip on the road I move freely, so holla when you see me, wish me here and I appear like a mutha fuckin genie, the party aint over until somebody start bleeding, Life moving fast get a grip on nigga, how you look at 3:00am and your bitch gone nigga, Like a lane get money or you get gone nigga, I been hustling since a shorty, with a flip phone nigga, smoke a zip before I get home, playing the poe pimp song, pull up at the bp and the drunk hoes get low, we running up the tab so we fucking up the rental, doing 85 riding high, in a continental gone, ha, Im doing 85 riding high in a continental gone,
Chorus 2
Rollin through the boulevard, Riden hrough the city, all the bad bitches wanna see, Im just riding through the boulevard riding through the city, chuck in up the set cause its the chief G,
Yeah, bitch