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Ryan Trey - RIDIN 4 U (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Trey
Ryan Trey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Fulton
Ryan Fulton
Composer
Mark Joseph Lombardo
Mark Joseph Lombardo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rrarebeats
Rrarebeats
Producer
Cory Rose
Cory Rose
Mixing Engineer
Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell me shit, why you leave with him? I know it
Gotta vent, good at acting and you sold it
Yeah, you sold that shit
Gotta new G2, I'm floatin, yeah
Girl, I don't need you, I'm good, I know
Why you always tryna hide your phone?
But God is good and this Backwood, I'ma take it, I'ma light it till it's on fire
Then I asked you if there's someone, you can tell me, it's alright
Do you think I still lay with bitches on the side?
I ain't 'bout that life
Know I told you you're my girl
Lookin' at the end of the world, it was so bad, it was good
I remember all the things that I never did, but I know I should
I been outside and I'm—
[Chorus]
Ridin', babe, uh, ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, bit the highway for you
And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl?
If you ridin', babe
Just try it, girl, drink till you dive in, babe
Just dive in good, ah, till you drown, drowinin', babe
I'm ridin' good, ah yeah, I'm drowinin', babe
Oh, I'm ridin' good
[Verse 2]
We dreamed of new Goyard, matchin' cars
Wanna see you go off
I don't know no more, why I feel this way?
Done with this, okay?
I'ma let shit fade
[Verse 3]
Still, you the finest
Girl, I got questions, I don't know like, why are you the flyest?
Losin' my mind, been high too much, these drugs you should try it
Make me feel like you love me, still, I know you be lying
Know you be lying, I know
And they ask me if you're a problem
Said she a doll but she got ten guns
Oh, you a doll, but you got ten guns
Ah, oh na na, na na
Oh, na, na-na, na-na
I said she a doll, but she got ten guns
Baby, right here with me, ah
[Chorus]
Ah yeah I'm ridin', babe, uh, ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, hit the highway for you
And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl?
If you ridin', babe
Just try it, girl, drink till you dive in, babe
Just dive in good, ah, till you drown, drowinin', babe
I'm ridin' good, ah
Drownin', wait
[Outro]
Girl, I wanna know, why you feelin' that way?
Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed
Only when we're drunk, we be on the same page
All I see is you when I get on this stage
Girl, I wanna know, why you feelin' that way?
Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed
Only when we're drunk is when we on the same page
Aye, page, aye
Written by: Mark Joseph Lombardo, Ryan Fulton
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