Rider, Pt. 2 (Explicit)
YoungBuck"Rider, Pt. 2 (Explicit)" is a song by YoungBuck, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:33 long and contains 61 lines and 501 words.
Lyrics
0:05Rrrrrrrrrr
0:07Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
0:09Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
0:12Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
0:14Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
0:17I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
0:20I got no choice but to be a rider
0:22I approach you boy with the toaster boy
0:25Hit you point blank range and fire
0:27I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich
0:30Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
0:32Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t
0:34Ni**a trip I'll go for your head
0:37I'll have your ni**a in an ambulance telling ya hold on
0:40The choir in your funeral singing you so long
0:42The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
0:44Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
0:47The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
0:50The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missing
0:52I'm back on my b******t a verse is a full clip
0:55Catch you with your b**ch throw a song in your new whip
0:57Ni**a it's g-unit f**k your click
0:59Like syphillis b**ch you stuck with this
1:02I'm on you niggas die behind mine
1:04Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
1:07You done lost yo' mind bumped yo' head
1:09Try to stop my shine but I got bread
1:11And I ain't got time to hear what they said
1:14When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
1:16I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
1:19I got no choice but to be a rider
1:22I approach you boy with the toaster boy
1:24Hit you point blank range and fire
1:26I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich
1:29Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
1:31Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t
1:34Ni**a trip I'll go for your head
1:36I'm coming out of south-side you know I'm raw
1:39Big a** check they show our score
1:41Put a dough out and roll out the cream is off
1:44Fo'-fo' out I know 'bout the keizer war
1:46I'm hot five hunnid degress or more
1:49My door block an m16 or more
1:51I'm in the store copin sh*t you ain't seen before
1:54Black card swipe we galore
1:56Yeah I said these niggas stop talking then stop worrying
1:59The feds keep coming the money we burying
2:01I'm in a mean loft I'm in the cream porsche
2:04I let that thing off I turn to t-wolf
2:06I drive a spaceship ni**a 2008 sh*t
2:09Kicks on I stay in some eight sh*t
2:11Niggas on some apeshit they all get hit
2:14Got the russian ak haitian flag on the clip
2:16I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
2:18I got no choice but to be a rider
2:21I approach you boy with the toaster boy
2:23Hit you point blank range and fire
2:26I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich
2:28Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
2:30Then I'm gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t
2:33Ni**a trip I'll go for your head
Rrrrrrrrrr Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**kers getting with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t Ni**a trip I'll go for your head I'll have your ni**a in an ambulance telling ya hold on The choir in your funeral singing you so long The top shotta that rock product the block gotta Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missing I'm back on my b******t a verse is a full clip Catch you with your b**ch throw a song in your new whip Ni**a it's g-unit f**k your click Like syphillis b**ch you stuck with this I'm on you niggas die behind mine Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign You done lost yo' mind bumped yo' head Try to stop my shine but I got bread And I ain't got time to hear what they said When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head I told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**kers getting with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t Ni**a trip I'll go for your head I'm coming out of south-side you know I'm raw Big a** check they show our score Put a dough out and roll out the cream is off Fo'-fo' out I know 'bout the keizer war I'm hot five hunnid degress or more My door block an m16 or more I'm in the store copin sh*t you ain't seen before Black card swipe we galore Yeah I said these niggas stop talking then stop worrying The feds keep coming the money we burying I'm in a mean loft I'm in the cream porsche I let that thing off I turn to t-wolf I drive a spaceship ni**a 2008 sh*t Kicks on I stay in some eight sh*t Niggas on some apeshit they all get hit Got the russian ak haitian flag on the clip I told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't trying to hear sh*t I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**kers getting with my bread Then I'm gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t Ni**a trip I'll go for your head
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