Ridin’ Low lyrics

Slow it down baby
Feels good man!

(feddi demarco)
Feel diferend music man
ICE BERG KIDS!!
Cali tippin man
Dont bother, my sh*ts on chroom
I know what yours is

Yoh feddi how you riding?

Im in a star burst 64 riding low
On them gold daytonas and im slyding slow
You ain't nothing like me, so what ya hire me for
That b*tch you with looking, keep behind ya ho!!
Its all about feddi, with the chevy rage
With a b*tch on a blade
Keep me havy paid

Black 7 tray, blue bandana, dipping sets
Looking for jewels like his own santana
Break pounds down the zone, in a back gramsa
Raw ounce ing im sharp bouncing
Yeh
40ounce liquor poor like water fountans
For all the late night
Body counting
You n*ggas got the urge and the tentacy
So deal with me 17 the burge and the G"s
With my blood b*tch, im sleeping with the
Enemy
I call it bomb pus*y off n hennesy
Diverend comode same old sh*t
You slippin, who hit ya
The sameold b*tch

Scorned pimpin, when im flippin
Cocain bricks
More bounce to the ounce
That gold frame lifts so;

Im in that bentley gt riding low
24 cc and im sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo"
That b*tch you withlooking, keep behind ya ho"

Im in a starburst 64
Riding low
On them gold daytona"s
And im sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo"
That b*tch you with looking, keep behind ya ho"
Living in the filty west
Gotta keep the smith and tha vest