text: This that mothafuckin rider music
  This that mothafuckin rider music
  All night, when Im rollin
  Dirty, how many times you gon play with death before you 30?
  But Im chosen, so Im rollin
  With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin
  All through traffic with this mob apparatus
  These people want me in a casket, still Im rollin
  I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I dont know if Im goin, uh
  Smoking on sequoia, running from my paranoia
  Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California
  I aint going out like River Phoenix
  I wanna enjoy all of the spoils
  Im a Golden Boy like Oscar de la Hoya
  Im a soldier masked up like its the end of October
  Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the Nola
  I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I aint kosher
  Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer
  I can spy a motive, yall can try and clone this
  Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this
  Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open
  Rip out their hearts and let em all die soulless
  This that mothafuckin rider, music
  This that mothafuckin rider, music 
  This that mothafuckin rider, music
  This that mothafuckin rider, music
  All night, when Im rollin
  Dirty, how many times you gon play with death before you thirty?
  But Im chosen, so Im rollin
  With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin
  All through traffic with this mob apparatus
  These people want me in a casket, still Im rollin
  I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I dont know if Im goin, uh
  Wait, I heard em say they want the old Gunner
  Fuck em, I still turn coyotes into road runners
  Fuck a family, Ill leave your ass with no brothers
  It aint no love when you become a man with no mother
  Thats what it was
  I used to get my ass beat just because 
  I ran away and hit the trap, they couldnt make me budge
  Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus
  Knew that I wasnt turning back when I got cuffed
  Fuck a charge, this a territory, yall dont wanna march
  Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start
  Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar
  I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar
  This that mothafuckin rider, music
  This that mothafuckin rider, music 
  This that mothafuckin rider, music
  This that mothafuckin rider, music 
  All night, when Im rollin
  Dirty, how many times you gon play with death before you thirty?
  But Im chosen, so Im rollin
  With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin
  All through traffic with this mob apparatus
  These people want me in a casket, still Im rollin
  I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I dont know if Im goin, uh
  Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready
  All these signs show me they want me gone like Im Makaveli
  On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty
  Kill em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly
  I am... Gun Kelly, aint shit you can tell me
  Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy
  Im a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty
  Rap for currency, like Im Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti
  Ball for my dogs that they got locked in the celly
  And fuck the one that turned on me, I wont ever forget it
  You learn its your own homies you knew since the beginning
  That see you winning and then wanna see you finished
  Goddamn