Killa Ova Nuttin’ Psychopathic Rydas
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[Intro]
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
Trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that
Hell...
[Verse 1: Cell Block & Lil' Shank]
Yo! (Yo!) I'm a killa, cap peela! (Yeah!)
Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla (What?)
Gimme all your skrilla, your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside (That's right!)
Ain't no frontin' when Cell Block starts dumpin' (Buck buck!)
Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Best to watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' (What?)
Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
[Verse 2: Twin Gats]
Now I be ridin' with my shawty
A fifth of Bicardi, my nose snotty
In the party, intentions to levitate a body
Give a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math on the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So fuck you, I don't gangbang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Biatches! Yo, I'm a killa ova nuttin'
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
Trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that
Hell...
[Verse 1: Cell Block & Lil' Shank]
Yo! (Yo!) I'm a killa, cap peela! (Yeah!)
Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla (What?)
Gimme all your skrilla, your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside (That's right!)
Ain't no frontin' when Cell Block starts dumpin' (Buck buck!)
Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Best to watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' (What?)
Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
[Verse 2: Twin Gats]
Now I be ridin' with my shawty
A fifth of Bicardi, my nose snotty
In the party, intentions to levitate a body
Give a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math on the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So fuck you, I don't gangbang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Biatches! Yo, I'm a killa ova nuttin'
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