ryde or die boyz
Singer:yung wun
don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish
y'all rap niggas is high fashion
we read emcees like tv's with captions
spit fire like blow dryers and drag-dash-on
your career won't last long
four words for y'all: f-type no passenger
and i keep them diamonds shinin blue
so the wrist look like a twister mat
i cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
clipped ya face just missed ya hat
this go out to those that think this just a rap
address the gat and we'll address ya back
and i doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
you don't want no drama boy
these ryde or die boyz will rough you up
you don't want no drama boy
these ryde or die boyz will touch you up
you don't want no drama boy
these ryde or die boyz will bust you up
you don't want no drama boy
you don't want no drama boy
i turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
cuz i pop buck shots like a peasy neck
and i can tell you won't blow
i don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
i'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
and the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
and if you ever go to jail
they'll rape and beat'cha
got kicked outta pre-school
used to take your lunch money now i steal your jewelry
don't make me reach for these
make your face melt like pizza cheese
'cuz you don't stand a chance man
i get greasy like mechanic hands
and y'all niggas all sweet
put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face
and i can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot
you can choose what i'ma use
then decide where you gon' die
'cuz i'ma tell the law i don't know nothing at all
i was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
a lotta niggas think they hard
this is somethin for y'all