Ridin' High (feat. 4qt Prada & Two32) Video (MV)

Y'all ever been riding round the city
With your cousin
Reminiscing about old times
And y'all just roll up a fat ass blunt
Just cruising through the city

I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high ooh yea

We gonna roll it up
Your gonna know it's us
Yea
We gonna run it up
Yea
Hey
That gas we gone burn it up
Blowing heat like a furnace yea
Standing all on the furniture
Yea
Wait
I'm rolling up gas
Smoking on Dro
Rubbing on Keisha
Smacking her ass
Pulling her hair
So nice to meet you
Her body on ten
Swag on one hundred
Sexy lil features
When I first met her
I made her my keeper

I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high ooh yea

I need to head to the store
I got to get it and go
I got to get me some more yea
Stacking and flipping
Taught me the most
How to go get me a bankroll
How to go get me a bankroll
My eyes stay red like the devil
Aye
You can't get on my level
Aye
Rolling on gas like I'm Chevrolet
Smoking Gelato
I smell deranged
If you can't take the smoke
Get the f*ck out my way
Lame ass lil nigga
Get the f*ck out my face
We are not friends
And we are not aces
We can not kick it
Like Kid and Play yea
Cause we're riding high
Cause we're in the sky
Cause we're riding high
Yea
Riding High
Riding High yea

I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high ooh yea

Two riding high with your bitch like a blimp yea
Know that I keep me a zip
That's why your lil shawty stay all on my dick yea
I do not beg for attention
I keep this shit player
I keep this shit pimp
I want a 47 with the grip
He keep talking shit
Then he can get hit
F*ck with my brother or cousin
Then shit get disgusting
And I get my charges acquitted
Just like a student
My shit gets dismissed
I'm up in the air like a black power fist
I smoke a blunt of Gelato
While hitting the throttle
I'm all in her tonsils its lit
Say you the man but act more like a bitch
I know your a fan and it's hard to admit
Yea
Yea
I been rolling round
Blow it by the pound
What you got don't make a sound
What we got too loud
See you boys trying to be down
You can get from round me
I feel like bitch don't kill my vibe
Cause this shits astounding
She call me daddy (Aye)
Came a long way from the baggies (Yea)
She got a fatty (Aye)
Tell little mama send the addy (Yea)
I don't waste time a buster
Niggas move shady
It's too hard to trust him
If talk down on my brother
I got a Smith and Weston that'll touch you
Yea
Yea
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
Two he be too fly
We all know that I'm that guy
Treat me like your highness
A baddie on my side
Yea
Yea

I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high ooh yea