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(Intro)
Iâm ridin slow, Iâm ridin slow
Millzie!
Iâm ridin slow, Iâm ridin slow
Yo, yo
Light it
Iâm ridin slow, Iâm ridin slow
Let me get Louie gang bang for this one baby
Iâm ridin slow
Check me out
(Verse)
Money on my mind, so much money on my mind
This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs
And please donât compare these other suckers lines to mine
Cuz Iâm killin my whole class. Forgive me Columbine
Line from the bottom of the gutta
My steerin wheel leather, my pistol grip rubber
No detective but Iâm probly up in New York undercover
On some molly with some dotties, youâre telling her that I love her
Rolling like Gunplay up in this motherfucker
And we all bout that Gunplay up in this motherfucker
My team like none other, my weed funny color
Harlem hustler cop coupes and tear the roof off like Busta
Til they rup me in my grave Iâm screamin death to all suckas
Youâs niggas ainât been through shit
Iâve dealted tougher than my mother
Burned down, so much loud
Itâs like my address is the clouds
Ridin slow, creepin on a comeup bitch, bone style
(Hook)
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
My system hot, my cap low
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
(Verse)
Money on my mind, so much money on my mind
This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs
I done seen hustlers burn bread, get wrapped, turn fed
Lil niggas get popped not knowing, it ainât they turn yet
Speedy doing too much, get screwed up
This loaded black powder, lay yo ass down
Dead presidents â make that
Donât ever mistake that
True love â you canât break that
Get rode on, race tracks
Nigga fix yo brake pads
Donât worry where Jae at
Iâm Harlem like A Fav
Ride and bumpin ASAP
Split the dutch ASAP
Roll that up ASAP
My barrel bout that audit ah
You donât wanna face that
Yo girl jumped in my car late
Laid on my kids and where her face at?
Boy Iâm killin shit, hereâs the evidence, where yo trace at?
RIP PRPâs, her match dope with waist at
I know first place is near the mountain top, I could taste that
(Hook)
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
My system hot, my cap low
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
Iâm ridin slow (Iâm ridin slow)
Slow, slow
My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
Iâm ridin slow, ridin slow
(Outro)
Smoke something bitch
Smoke something
Smoke something bitch
Smoke something
- Album:
- Savage
- The Virgo Mixtape 5 (Nastier Than The Nastiest)
- Dead Presidents 2
- The Virgo 4: How Nasty Can He Get
- Property Of Potentness
- Dead Presidents (Mixtape)
- The Flood Warning (Mixtape)
- Flood Warning
- Miscellaneous
- R.O.T.S
- The Virgo Mixtape, Volume 2: He Still Nasty
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 3
- The Virgo Mixtape
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 2
- Dead Presidents
- Politics as Usual
- Zone Out Season 2
- The Flood
- The Time Is Now
- Streetz Melting