Ryder Ghetts (Ft. Kyze)

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Click clack on ‘em
Push a wig back on ‘em
Anybody that's ever let off a .45
Knows about the kick back on ‘em (Buck I!)
I was in a gun range… (When?)
On Sunday
Everyone says
Nobody ain't ever this accurate!
Marksman!
Don’t believe me? Go and ask them
Hey, you cheeky little bastard
You really better mind who you’re bargin’
Yo blud
Oh you think you’re… hold up
Wait there
I zoom in like a bloodclart close up
Man better know when I come around
I got a shank on me or I got something else
I’m like "say that again?
That’s not what you said, you said something else"
You ain't nothing that, I ain't never come across
Lick him with the buckle of the belt!
Why should I be shook?
He ain't done fuck-all himself
I have, that’s why I don’t rate my man
Has he really got something in his side bag?
He's just posing, side man
Just spoke to my nigga Kyze
He said he don’t know this yout, me neither
Looks like he forgotten who I am
Here’s what comes with the reminder