Lance Pique Riding Lyrics
Riding by Lance Pique
I've been riding 'round
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground, yeah
On cloud with my nine
No jet lag I'm fly by design
So I pass time, rolling up like a window
Always making bands, keep a drum and a symbol
Breaking down the green like we keeping it simple
Papers in my jeans like I'm looking for info
Trying to match me, you don't know what you in for
I be cheefing hard, I don't ever be gentle
And I got what you need
Like a backyard I got plenty of weed
You a bad B & I just wanna see
What your ass bout, when you handling me
No offense but you good with the D
No OFFENSE but you good with the D
I don't play games, I retired my cleats
Baby boo, when I'm through
I'll retire the sheets
I've been riding 'round
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground yeah
She always tell me that she riding for me
But I dont need no backseat driver shorty
I got to get it on my own
Hope you take it wrong
Cuz that ass look right
Im just trying to have a good night
Staying in my bag like I took flight
Shit, matter fact babygirl I just might
Yeah, I be first class pimping
Tall glass sipping
Travel so much make a hater start tripping
Then play it off limping
Im saying yall slipping
I take your broad, hit it then skate like Bart Simpson
And Im riding slow
Cruising by in my 6-4
Highly flavored thats how I roll
Roll a blunt then its time to go (go)
I've been riding 'round
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground, yeah
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground, yeah
On cloud with my nine
No jet lag I'm fly by design
So I pass time, rolling up like a window
Always making bands, keep a drum and a symbol
Breaking down the green like we keeping it simple
Papers in my jeans like I'm looking for info
Trying to match me, you don't know what you in for
I be cheefing hard, I don't ever be gentle
And I got what you need
Like a backyard I got plenty of weed
You a bad B & I just wanna see
What your ass bout, when you handling me
No offense but you good with the D
No OFFENSE but you good with the D
I don't play games, I retired my cleats
Baby boo, when I'm through
I'll retire the sheets
I've been riding 'round
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground yeah
She always tell me that she riding for me
But I dont need no backseat driver shorty
I got to get it on my own
Hope you take it wrong
Cuz that ass look right
Im just trying to have a good night
Staying in my bag like I took flight
Shit, matter fact babygirl I just might
Yeah, I be first class pimping
Tall glass sipping
Travel so much make a hater start tripping
Then play it off limping
Im saying yall slipping
I take your broad, hit it then skate like Bart Simpson
And Im riding slow
Cruising by in my 6-4
Highly flavored thats how I roll
Roll a blunt then its time to go (go)
I've been riding 'round
Windows up and I'm rolling
Car don't make a sound
But the loud got me zoning
And I gotta tell you now
This is how it all goes down
Head up in the clouds
My feet don't touch the ground, yeah