Riding in My Whip - Troy Ave

I wrote this in jail I’m back though, you heard

Couldn’t wait to get back

Can’t wait to get back get in my V and pull the fuck off

Tried to hold a nigga ransom, money too long you heard

Real street nigga talking bout' the real streets

All my V’s drop from the foreigns to the Jeep

Let the sunshine in thank you lord beep-beep

Hot boy Troy heading out to a freak

And She pull up, I get the workout without pull ups

My son almost 2 I’m getting money for his pull-ups

Use the leftovers for a house and Range Rover

Bought my baby moms her first one, now that thing over

Waiting for this damn case to be the same thing

Everyday I think about my homie Bang Bang

Lemon pepper wings soon as I get out of jail

Gotta buy a new phone cause police kept my cell

And my jewelry but a nigga getting all new ice

B$B chains, big rings boss up your life

Married to the game but still fucking your wife

You been hating so her pussy for revenge feels nice

Riding in my whip all my paperwork legit

I’m official, nigga you officially be riding dick

Up in rush hour traffic, I ain’t in a rush though

Cause these bitches gotta wait and this dutch burn slow

When I was young I always wanted to grow up and get guap

Couldn’t make this type of bread as a fireman or cop

Too much student loans to become a lawyer or a doc

I ain’t into owing, paid for all my kilos on the spot

Got a cool lil' chick who smuggle bricks straight pass

Real pretty but was skinny till I bought that bitch a ass

Can’t nobody say I ain’t give back to the community

Gotta look at people strange who say they ain’t feeling me

I’m a living legend out the city, y’all stand tall

If you from the hood though, know I represent you all

I got love for every coast and every nigga tryna make it

I got questions for the ones that see us movin and they hated

Why you mad huh tell me why you mad motherfucker

I’m gonna start acting funny style like im Chris Tucker

Up in rush hour traffic I ain’t in a rush though

Cause these bitches wait and this dutch burn slow

Riding in my whip all my paperwork legit

I’m official nigga, you officially be riding dick

I went about it the right way humble and you left out

I been said you can’t have your hand and your chest out

I remember feeling good when my coke was fresh out

But when they was calling and I ain’t have no more I was stressed out

I put 2 on every 10 that way it stretched out

1200 every 1000 that clears any debt out, damn

Impressive as a motherfucker, real hustlers know

Put a little ice in that thing, It’ll take you a long way