Fredo Bang – Low Ridin Lyrics

RIP Ivy Smith
You gone but never forgotten
Imma hold it down
Put this shit on my back
Ya heard me

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

I do my own f*ckin’ hit just for sure your loss
Yeah I had to pay the cost just to be a big boss
Head yungin records yeah you know I’m with that sport
Disrespect my brother bang I’m knockin ya off
Pullin’ up hoppin’ out we choppin ’em down
When we hopped out he got down he knownin’ what that’s bout
I’m the reason that he made that paranoid song
I know whats going through his mind that youngin’ back home
Holdin it down for that top you know he ain’t wrong
Disrespect that f*ckin’ top you know that you gone
Gorrilas beaten on they chest tryna beat down your dome
Its like 2 something in the morning he ain’t make it home
Im out late ain’t tryna play I’m getting in your face
Pull up on side em doin’ a 100 we ain’t tryna race
Stop this bitch right on side em and let this bitch spray
Then hit the split ya bitch we had to get away
He say he hit back what he hit the f*ckin’ interstate
Yeah I pull off comfortable and smooth know how to get away
Smile on my face cause we made that p*ssy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we think about that f*ckin’ K

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin’
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

All the opps be talkin’ shit guess I ain’t kill enough
Yeah all the dracos I done bought guess they ain’t feel enough
I copped the rental for my youngins now they fillin’ up
Pull on side the whip and put him down go pick your nigga up
Quick had died my momma creid that shit was funny huh
Niggas was laughin’ like they don’t know how I be comin’ huh
Yeah I just slimed me out a slime that nose was runnin’ huh
He put in a hunnid on a opp he getting that money now
Niggas be talkin’ bout this and that come get your shake back nigga
Before you diss me on a track come get your shake back nigga
How many times I gotta say it get your shake back nigga
I could of did it I’m on my Ivy shit I paid that nigga

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin’
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

Smile on my face cause we made that p*ssy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we think about that f*ckin’
Smile on my face, smile smile on my face
Smile on my face when I think about that f*ckin’ K