[Intro]
Yeah
(Ayy, what these n***as on, Soulja?)
(Gxmini, fuck this shit up)
Phew, phew-phew

[Verse 1]
In the mirror watchin' my eyes roll back (Eyes roll back)
The—these .308's blow yo shit back, ooh, yuh
Baby girl why you lookin' so sad? (So sad)
Just bagged me a bad bitch from Quebec, ooh, yuh (From Quebec, ooh, yuh)
My n***a jump off a cliff, yeah, I'm gon' follow bro, yuh
Is you a die-r or rider? (Rider)
Is you a typer or slider?
Bud right in my lungs when I wake up (Ugh)
Sometimes it's hard just to get up
You got popped in your tummy, can't get up
Tired, all of these n***as really can't get rid of me
I'm really up there
I caught a witness I'm taking his cеll
Some of my n***as ain't makin' it bail
Watch a opp get cooked whilе I'm making a kale (Ye)
Young n***a puffin on veggie
I cut a n***a out of my circle like Eddie
Lil bands on his head Percs got him already
These .45 bullets they comin' at his head-y
Young n***a uppin' that 30
Say he on that he ain't really get dirty
This shit make me dance like Shirley
Fuck my old ho, I think she cursed me
Moving on too quick thinking it hurt me
Just seen a lil big booty thang they ain't learn
Fuck these zombie ass n***as they can't just turn me
[Bridge]
(I could see Hollywood burning), yeah
(I could see ATL burning), yeah, yeah girl
Did it for you
Why would you desert me? (I could see Houston burning)
I can see Houston burning
Broke n***a buying these Birkin's
Riding with some heats that's Turkish
Ridin' with a Glock that's shirtless

[Refrain]
Ridin' round huh, huh
Ridin' round huh, huh
Ridin' round huh, huh
Ridin' round huh, huh
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as, yeah
Ridin' round looking for n***as, yeah
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as, yeah
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as
Ridin' round looking for n***as, yeah
Ridin' round—
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Bridge]
In the mirror watchin' my eyes roll back
These .308's blow yo shit back, ooh yuh (Blow yo shit back, ooh, yuh)
(Throw yo shit back, ooh, yuh)
(Throw yo shit back, ooh, yuh)
My n***a jump off a cliff yeah I'm gon' follow bro yuh (gon' follow bro yuh)
Bud right in my lungs when I wake up
Sometimes it's hard to just get up
Got popped in his tummy, can't sit up
Tired, all of these n***as really can't get rid of me
I'm really up there
I caught a witness I'm taking his cell
Some of my n***as ain't got it for bail
Watch a opp get cooked while I'm making a kale

[Verse 2]
No, he can't hop in a cab
Hop in a Uber we takin it over
We cookin' yo' block and we shootin' like soldiers
Move with the paper on me like a phone book, yuh
My n***as fish with no hook
My ho Medusa, I'll shoot you boy don't look
Repeat just needa better throne
Go sneak sneak I brought the A.R.P. in the Dior
Yeah I'm fuckin that ho
Fuckin that ho till her pussy get soaked
Dick in her chest yeah I'm punchin' her soul
New opp, n***a just copped a new bowl
New pack young n***a copped a new gat
Glocks out make a n***a family sad
Put your fists up this not Mike Tyson
Send him so high, young n***a went hiking
Yeah, in the mountains
Fly
[Outro]
Ridin with a Glock that's shirtless
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as, yeah
Ridin round lookin' for n***as, yeah
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as, yeah
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as
Ridin round lookin' for n***as, yeah