Riden Round

I'm ridin' round wit yo bitch ass
I be ridin' round wit yo bitch ass
I be ridin' round wit yo bitch ass
We slidin' round on yo bitch ass
With another nigga bitch, with another nigga bitch
(With another nigga bitch)

Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch
Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch
He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game
Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname
So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low
He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo
So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?"
She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame"

And I be ridin' round wit another nigga bitch
Ridin' round wit yo bitch ass
Ridin' round on yo bitch ass
And I be ridin' round wit another nigga bitch
We be slidin' round on yo bitch ass
Ridin' round wit yo bitch ass

Late night with a nigga bitch, I'm ridin' round
I'm ballin' baby, and your boyfriend, he just out of bounds
I'm out the joint baby, we be cuttin' up
Fuckin' up the sheets when he not around
He gone
One phone call, you be down and out when he out of town
And you be like, "Pick up the phone, baby"
And I be like, "Hold on, wait, I'm in the streets"
Your nigga be countin' my phone trippin'
And I be like, "Hold on fam, that ain't P"
Nigga you lame, stay out her phone
Every time that bitch ring, on the screen it say three
Why would I trip? How could I slip?
When I'm done with the bitch, I take her back where she be

Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch
Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch
He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game
Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname
So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low
He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo
So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?"
She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame"

She like, "Where you at?"
I'm on the way, I put the GPS in my phone
Hold on, wait, take a break, we on the third hour goin' strong
Fuck the bed, we in the living room, fuckin' on the floor, we so grown
Oh that's your nigga callin'? You can answer that, I won't say nothin'
Oh no
Bitch I'm a dog, I won't say nothin' at all
At the end of the day, we just fuckin'
If your nigga call, I won't start cussin' and fussin'
I might just tell that boy, "I'm your cousin"
I won't break the law, she catchin' feelings
I tell that bitch, "Chill," and I switch up the subject
She be like, "Nah, 'cause boy I love you"
No you don't, but you do love this dick in your stomach
She wanna ride around with the kid and fuck all day
Dick be so good, wanna stay the night
But oh nah, you can't stay
Oh no, you can't stay at the crib
But I put that dick in her ribs
Then drop her back off to her nigga
That's just how a young nigga live

Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch
Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch
He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game
Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname
So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low
He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo
So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?"
She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame"