Ridin' Around

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] This ghetto crew we roll around in a hoop Hustle for loot, hundred dollar sneakers and boots Hit the streets with my crew, and shootin' heat off the roof It was just me and a few, don't let that reefer canoe Bon Appetit, let's eat, read it and weep Too many Indians wanna be the chief Tuck the semi, kiss my mom on the cheek Don't be out showin' your teeth Niggas'll think shit is sweet So keep it low and discreet Especially if you holdin' dough niggas'll open your meat It's deep, I learned this shit from an OG on the street Don't be a fool when you speak, you either wolf or you sheep I just spit truth on a beat, and keep a scoop on a freak Absolute fire you deal wit', set fire to the entire building Inspire children, rob sapphire and chill when But till then just admire the realness [Chorus] All these guns Take em uptown, ridin' around (8x) [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Check it You know the drill, money over bitches still Load the steel and go in for the kill All the way from Sugar Hill to Brazil Back to the 'ville, stack bills, smack niggas all in they grill But chill, we on the strip, new whip (new whip!) Seen us cruisin' up 125th (two fifth!) Who could resist the wrist isn't it brisk? G slippery like fish, in my FILA kicks And to me you like Leon Spinks Nigga we shine like neon, bitch Peons get peed on quick Like a street harlet at the bar gettin' me all stiff We could call shot, free off this No key just squeeze off fifths Strike a cord like a guitar lick Sit and relax to this beat for a sec Then I'm out like a green Corvette [Chorus] All these guns Take em uptown, ridin' around (8x) [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] If we can't make dough we take dough (baby it's mossberg) And ain't a damn thing change ho I stay on the down low Niggas be frontin' like they rugged but they throwin' in the towel though Niggas I shot some, I always kept a shotgun In the trunk of the Datsun, you don't want your top spun I get busy, with the semi just gimme When the cops come, shimmy up the block for Phillies We got the city on lock really, I'm hot as a pot of chili Papa Willy, Mom feel me The Mac milly rock his ass silly Get back to me, cash money keep a bag plenty Absolute fire you deal wit', set fire to the entire building Inspire children, drop a sapphire and chill when But until then just admire the realness [Outro: Lisaan’dro] We gonna take 'em uptown Ridin' around Aim the ratchets at these faggots who be on to us now Got some bitches in the backseat wit' pipes in their mouth Trunk full of hashish we supplyin' the town We gonna take 'em uptown And dump 'em in the Hudson River What, what we dump 'em in the Hudson River Nigga, yeah We dump 'em in the Hudson River Right after I plug a nigga [Production by Roc Marciano]