Ridin' Low (feat. Feddi De Marco)

Ridin'Low -Ice T

Slow it down baby

Feels good man

Feddi demarco

Feel diferend music man

Ice berg kids

Cali tipping man

Don't bother my shits on chroom

I know what yours is

Yoh feddi how you riding

I'm in a star burst 64riding low

On them gold daytonas and I'm slyding slow

You ain't nothing like me so what ya hire me for

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

Its all about feddi with the Chevy rage

With a b**ch on a blade

Keep me havy paid

Black 7tray blue bandana dipping sets

Looking for jewels like his own Santana

Break pounds down the zone in a back gramsa

Raw ounceing I'm sharp bouncing

Yeh

40ounce liquor poor like water fountans

For all the late night

Body counting

You niggas got the urge and the tentacy

So deal with me 17the burge and the gs

With my blood b**ch I'm sleeping with the

Enemy

I call it bomb p**sy off n hennesy

Diverend comode same old sh*t

You slipping who hit ya

The same old b**ch

Scorned pimping when I'm flipping

Cocain bricks

More bounce to the ounce

That gold frame lifts so

I'm in that Bentley gt riding low

24CC and I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

I'm in a star burst 64

Riding low

On them gold daytonas

And I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

Living in the filty west

Gotta keep the smith and tha vest

Cause you can't on the stretch

Rotten khaki and denim f**k them excellent mats

I got b**ches the ones who blow the whistles the best ohhh

Yes I keep the heels clicking til I get a meal ticket

B**ch can't get nothing from feel different real pimping

Banging notorious ablution ni**a who shot you

No it's more like who killed you ni**a

I don't know why but I'm so damn fly

Why you're staring at my whips ni**a they're easy to buy

Put your b**ch out on the corner pop her a**in the air

Get her head game cracking but you're probably care so

I'm a bull guard gripped the wood grain hard

Baby ride with my niggaz like we're still in the yard

Gangsters bloods and crips all about my chips

My continental is so low that it scrapes in the dips uhh

I'm in that Bentley gt riding low

24CC and I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

I'm in a star burst 64

Riding low

On them gold daytonas

And I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

You can't see me can't touch me don't bother

I bust nuts back in the eighties probably your father

Everything I ride is low dropped to the ground

Ask your b**ch about me tightest ni**a in town

I park treys in my front yard riding the grass

Light up your whole block drop the a**

I pressure gates fool convertible roof

Nowadays catch me in that Bentley coupe

I love looking out my tint at you haters on the curb

Punk a**get your weight up get some crack and serve

I might swerve into another lane f**king with my navy

Cops can't pull me over cause I never touched the cavi'

Iceberg I roll rims through the suburbs

You hear shots that's feddi and watts

Straight pimping baby play the whole bubble for real

Y'all simping while I'm twisting on my gt wheel

I'm in that Bentley gt riding low

24CC and I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

I'm in a star burst 64

Riding low

On them gold daytonas

And I'm sliding slow

You ain't nothing like me

So what ya hire me fo

That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho

Ohh yo feddi my ni**a let me ride that four man

I feel like tickling them switches man

There's no problem

Yeah ni**a

It's behind that range ni**a

Yeah you know you can roll ni**a

I know that

Throw me them keys here you go

That's right

Easy on the dips my sh*t is low baby

I know ni**a you don't do sh*t ni**a I got you