Lil Baby – Rider (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics

Rider

Lil Baby (feat. Young Thug)

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"Rider." - Lil Baby (feat. Young Thug)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 11:03 pm

Album: Perfect Timing

Track No: 03

I love my **** next-door to me
I got a rider who would die for me
I fuck back and forth
YSL
I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches
I go get it, I go get it
My **** go and get it
I got some **** comin' with me to the top and I'ma take 'em
And I know them **** hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience
And I got bitches rollin' down on a ****
I go ride on a ****
I went around all them ****
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ****
I go around all them ****
Go around all them ****
I go ride all them **** on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got popped
Couple homies they got shot
I don't count it for a man
I want that money and I ain't first
And I ain't lost and I go get it, I go get it
Fuck I leave it all adjustin'
Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket
That's why all you **** watchin', come try me, the option is only you ****
I don't get no money, fuck with true ****
I'm so stiff on y'all hoes
**** know I harsh and I get money on them hoes (Racks racks)
I'm tryna accomplish my goals (Goals)
All these **** bitches and I know it for sure
I got different whips, I got cars galore
I got different bitches, I got women galore
All I know is money and I need me some more
You know I ain't just talkin', they know this
And I'm just poppin' motherfucker, I show shit
I'm already hood-rich, and I'm tryna go legit
I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit
And I got bitches rollin' down on a ****
I go ride on a ****
I went around all them ****
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ****
I go around all them ****
Go around all them ****
I go ride all them **** on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got fucked
Couple homies they got shot
I don't count it for a man
Never had a job and never plan on getting one
I came here they rowdy bitches know I'm one on one
Let's relax, relax, and check it though I won
Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue
500 cash with me that's why I got this bag on (Racks)
I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome
My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on
You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone
I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
Tryna be the reason **** hating on all y’all
Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay
**** stack a G like a Phillipean
And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (Drank it, drank it)
And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)
And I got some water, you can't walk in these
Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (Let's have a party)
And we got options, you can drink some Act, red or green?
All this I drink
Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street
I see the grid, ****, I know CD
Listen, I got bitches rollin' down on a ****
I go ride on a ****
I went around all them ****
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ****
I go around all them ****
Go around all them ****
I go ride all them **** on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got fucked
Couple homies they got shot
I don't count it for a man

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Jeffery Williams.

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