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Rider For The Click Lyrics - Artist : $tupid Young
Young

[Bugsy100:]
I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click
I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click

[$tupid Young:]
Bad bitch alone so I asked her where the addie at
Caught that nigga lacking like he riding in that Cadillac
My niggas out the valley we'll shoot where your family at
Blue faces, 50k inside this Louie fanny-pack
Trying to make this money flip like an acrobat
Take you to my section where them Asians get it cracking at
Sucka side broke niggas joke, then who we laughing at
Why you talking crazy on the phone feds tapping that
If these niggas knew better they would do better
When I was locked down bitch I only had a few letters
Like I opened a pack of Ruffles I got new cheddar
Hoe trying to play boy like I'm Hugh Hefner
Please don't judge us cause we're Asian bitch we shoot things
Your bitch got me saving her phone under boo thang
My youngin' trynna put a body on his new thing
He outside that Glock kicking like it's Liu Kang

[Bugsy100:]
I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click
I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click

You ain't never killed nobody, you ain't got no bodies
Buck an enemigo you can meet me in the lobby (Lobby)
Do the dash Ricky Bobby, bad bitches want to talk (talk it)
Suck it, make it sloppy, Rick Ross, big body
Posting with your main, switching lanes, getting brain (Brain)
Pull up on the opp, gun will turn him into a stain (Boom)
Just another day, hit your block with the K
Keep one up top, off top I don't play (Never)
Life is real in the field you can get killed
You slipping, it's a drill we gon' pop you like a pill
We gon' make your blood spill, hit you with that fucking steel
All the shots you going to feel, loose lips going to get you killed
Dig your homie up ask him how the shots feel
They signed a real hitter, Hi-Power record deal
Cadillac dash with the letter on the wheel
All blue trucks with the star on the heel (Gang)

I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click
I'm cool with some Crips, got a burner on my hip
Set trip, let her rip, quarterback Mike Vick
Break it down to a zip, get a pound, make a flip
Big dog politics, I'm a rider for the click

Gang gang gang
G-gang gang
Ay we don't stop!
Hi-Power HPG

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