Horseback riding at Dan Turf Lyrics

A couple black niggas riding on horses

Just landed from Belize escorted by law enforcers

I know the solutions effects and all the causes

So I respect it's gon' be hard for you blokes to ignore this

It's never on me when we pull up on scene

The shooter outta sight so look out for the beam

Don't judge a book by it's cover

You gotta look Within

In the stu with a double cup but it ain't filled with lean

Do with this info as you please

Like this gift of rhythm God gave me

Anytime I drop the phonies flee

Cause they about to be eaten alive

Into the belly of a beast

Please turn this shit up a notch

But not too loud to alarm the cops

I'm moving solo

On the low low

Unless I have to pop out

Then it's me and the bro bros

This verse is too cold

Like the money I keep in the freezer

When Shawty found out she said I'm too known

When it's crispy and fresh I need that

When the bb got tapped

I did a speed dash

And picked an ounce from the plugs crib

Nero tax got the feen necking like an ostrich

Killing beats is never a hustle

Cause I don't even have to flinch a muscle

This shit is soft

Like the booty on my girl I swear I love to see her walk

The talk is cloth

Just like the Prada garments on me strolling on the block

You know I did it

The way I flipped it

The bricks in the kitchen

I mean the bars though

This verse alone is prolly worth your car note