I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side Still

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side Still

Get it on rider And if you want it, you can lean on me Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on Let it out rider Well, we all need someone we can lean on Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on She said, my breasts, they will always be open Baby, you