We Riding - Dave East, DJ Holiday, Lil Durk

Niggas chose to leave, and they did

I made a wave, I build the bricks

I was riding, late night drinking

Smoking, thinking about my kids

I was really riding with the Sig

I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'

I’ma put the .50 in the G

I’ma climb the streets once again

We ridin'

These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)

Yeah, we ridin'

These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do

Oh, oh we ridin'

A lotta young niggas be on them pills

If a girl go' tell, tell her, «Go drill»

No Meek, but I need them Mills

Up late night, ain’t missing no meals

Gotta duck low 'cause the feds on us

Let her catch me, that’s a big bonus

And be saucin' like Rick Owens

And I sell white, no Nick Jonas

Like we don’t be outside, you lying

If you try me, you dying

And we do this all the time

And if you real, so we do not have to rhyme

I be swerving niggas down

I would never drop a dime

A lotta niggas, they be lying

If you lying, that’s a crime

If you snitch, that’s a dime

Ay, I’ma pull up in a Bentley truck

I’ma drive slow, you could see the guts

Catch fifty Glocks

If you live in the war, can’t take a bus

And I know some niggas that’d take a risk

Phillipe on his rm, we gon' take a wrist

I know some rappers can’t take a diss

And I tell them niggas, «Just miss me with that shit»

Niggas chose to leave, and they did

I made a wave, I build the bricks

I was riding, late night drinking

Smoking, thinking about my kids

I was really riding with the Sig

I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'

I’ma put the .50 in the G

I’ma climb the streets once again

We ridin'

These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)

Yeah, we ridin'

These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do

Oh, oh we ridin'

Making these niggas look jealous

This jacket is Mason Margiella (uh)

I pull up and flex on whoever (flex)

I used to polish my leather

I’m in Sac with a dime on me

Designer, everything you find on me

From the bottom, had to grind, homie

Pocket rocket, DB9 on me

Gorillas living in the zoo

Now I got a bird sittin' in the Coupe

I won’t say a word, if I know the truth

Case dismiss, couldn’t show the proof

Ferrari pulling off roof, vrrm

We the realist niggas up in the room

A couple scammers and a couple goons

A couple sticks and a couple of brooms

Swoop any nigga right off

Get out your seat

I need that new Patek Phillipe

All of my bitches is freaks, we fuck every time that we link

I put no 10's on a ring, sliding by a nigga screaming, «That look like East»

Two baby .40s, a hunnid a piece

Me and Durk, really come from the streets

Niggas chose to leave, and they did

I made a wave, I build the bricks

I was riding, late night drinking

Smoking, thinking about my kids

I was really riding with the Sig

I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'

I’ma put the .50 in the G

I’ma climb the streets once again

We ridin'

These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)

Yeah, we ridin'

These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do

Oh, oh we ridin'