Dutchboy - Riders lyrics

[Hook: Jon Waltz & Ramsay Almighty] All my n***as they riders And all your n***as straight traitors And they gone come around co-sign us And I be like see y'all later Sign my n***as they got it So we don't need no favors And all my n***as they riders f** all that talk, get paper Thats cus cash rules, fast moves And I dont think I asked you And you ain't really known here So I suggest you just dont go there Don't go there, I suggest you just don't go there So f** you and your hand outs We gone B B B B Bang-Out [Verse 1: Jon Waltz] Eversince I was yung'n, all I dreamed about was money All I ever wanted was cash, Cause you can't really talk if you boys ain't hunting Can't really walk unless you run it, White girl got my nose runny If ain't about cash, then it better be a**, either that or don't say nothing b**h I learned this sh** a while ago, I still got some miles to go Eating all these n***as, is it cliche if I say I'm on a diet though? These girls they just ride it though… Sip New Orleans like 504… If I like your ho, and you wife that ho Then tonight she gone be my nicest hoe…. woah When did I get this way? Prolly when these n***as tried to get me phased Same day when these f**ing ho a** n***as Wanna go against me, no way no way… When the bullsh** come sk**z say Olay? Spit fire, spit fire, smoking propane… So y'all boys repping that white flag….retreat…. now let them AK's just spray Cause I don't give a f** no more All these n***as can't have it n***a you don't have sh**, you can try and take sh** from me Better bring about 100 of your buddies, b**h n***a I ain't finna get my a** hunted, b**h n***a If I gotta run then i'mma run this sh** n***a And when I come back, i'mma bring a black mac Then show this mothaf**a who's gunning it, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Ramsay Almighty] Its a shame right Ramsay burn wid' out flame lights Posted up in that spot right, till my n***as all reaching that spotlight But no Helicopters,ghetto birds Rolling swishers and spitting verbs Couple ghetto girls In the bougie burbs Every single flavour what do you prefer My sweet desert She gone pop a cherry when she see the work She gone poke the rubber when she the drive She ain't neva love me, she just love the high New n***as round they be asking for me Tryna Say You Down, quit the acting homie You ain't been around, you a joka, Vida Loca, and I Poke Her stroke hah Still tokin on something potent, mixing up gin and tonic Blurring thats super sonic, and making up new ebonics Twisting my fingers up in poistions thats feeling foreign Living life like a movie, a movie my crew should star in Ah Man, God damn, we ain't looking at a million We just tryna make it better for our futures, future children How bout every holiday we hit the plane and get brazilian Thats that sh**, We Gone Ride, Ima die right on a billion Thats whats up, n***a [Hook]