FDP - Shordie Shordie

'Cause I still ride wit it

Roll it up, get high wit it

On the stand, you lie wit it

.40 on me, outside wit it

'Cause I still got love for the streets

Cop a gun and glove for the beef

You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me

Out the window like, fuck the police

'Cause I still got love for a b

She don’t ever got love for me back

Always got a treat, never trick

Like no ears in the hat

Used to bend that thing over, like no bones in her back

B.M.

give that thing up, give good head, pull her track

Middle finger up, fuck them people

Never had a gun that was legal

You talkin' tough, but see you run to your people

You leaving it in the hands of your people

They claiming they don’t really understand

Throw that pistol on your hand

Yeah, you say a lot, but you ain’t really at the nigga

Take your word and off your mans

'Cause I still ride wit it

Roll it up, get high wit it

On the stand, you lie wit it

.40 on me, outside wit it

'Cause I still got love for the streets

Cop a gun and glove for the beef

You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me

Out the window like, fuck the police

'Cause I still ride wit it

Roll it up, get high wit it

On the stand, you lie wit it

.40 on me, outside wit it

'Cause I still got love for the streets

Cop a gun and glove for the beef

You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me

Out the window like, fuck the police

I still have a thing for Savannah

She knew what we doing, the planner

You talk to me but I don’t look at the camera

You talk to her but she don’t ever got manners

She tell me she do what she like the most

I think what she like’s to boast (?)

See me everywhere but when you turn around I’m disappearing on you kinda like a

ghost

And I think all these bitches is trifling

Free my cousin, bidding with lifers

Fuck em, ?, hoping he come home, last time I seen him when they was in diapers

Doing the dash, if I crash, tell my son that I told him it’s crazy,

I did it for fun

Police behind me, but I’m on probation, if I get violated, I’ll go on the run

'Causes I still ride wit it

Roll it up, get high wit it

On the stand, you lie wit it

.40 on me, outside wit it

'Cause I still got love for the streets

Cop a gun and glove for the beef

You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me

Out the window like, fuck the police

'Cause I still ride wit it

Roll it up, get high wit it

On the stand, you lie wit it

.40 on me, outside wit it

'Cause I still got love for the streets

Cop a gun and glove for the beef

You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me

Out the window like, fuck the police

'Cause I still