HARP - Riders Lyrics

Rollin' with my riders
From the West Coast
In the back seat
Coolin' with the homies
Bitches know me
We ain't phony
Come and show me
Bad bitch named Naomi
Finna get it on my own
She be callin' me press decline on my phone
Man she know ima' dog man she wanted me to bone
I been gettin' to the bag even if I'm left alone cause I'm
From the city
Keep it with me
Countin' fifties
And I'm dressed in Dickies
Ridin' in the fast lane goin' up and down
She be starin' at every time I come around
Check the kicks on my feet g-walkin' on the ground
Disrespect the homie all my brothers gettin' down aye
And we rollin'
By the ocean
And we posted
Now the feds patrollin'
Rollin' with my riders
From the West Coast
In the back seat
Coolin' with the homies
Bitches know me
We ain't phony
Come and show me
Bad bitch named Naomi
Baby f*ckin' with my team
Learned to count up money before I learned how to read
Shawty love my swag I been rockin' a white tee
Aye chasin' so you gotta pay the fee aye
And I been ridin'
I'm the pilot
Perfect timin'
Yea my wrist be shinin'
K-Swisses on my feet, rollin' through the street
If I'm finna get it then my brothers finna eat
Aye hop in the coupe I got leather as the seats
And I'm makin' hella moves but I keep shit discreet aye
I'm in the West Coast
It's the best coast
Now my neck froze
Yea I'm gettin' pesos
Rollin' with my riders
From the West Coast
In the back seat
Coolin' with the homies
Bitches know me
We ain't phony
Come and show me
Bad bitch named Naomi