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]