Ryde Or Die Boyz Lyrics

(feat. Larsiny/Yung Wun)

[Yung Wun] 
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion 
Flashin, talker, no action 
Read emcees like TV's with captions 
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them 
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on 
Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter 
Four words for y'all, F type no passenger 
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean 
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green 
So the wrist look like a twister mat 
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap 
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat 
This go out to those that think this just a rap 
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back 
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps 
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that 

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You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy 
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up 
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy 
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up 
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy 
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up 
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy 
You don't want no drummer boy 

[Larsiny] 
I hate cops, and I like you even less 
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess 
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death 
'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ??? 
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger 
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer 
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga 
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror 
We shake your features, y'all make believers 
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure 
I ball of the scale, break the meter 
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha 
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough 
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough 
I straight grew up, I'm still a bully 
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry 

Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay 
Okay, okay, okay, okay 

[Chorus]

[Yung Wun] 
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze 
Make your face melt like pizza cheese 
You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man 
I get greasy like mechanic hands 
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams 
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van 
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist 
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face 
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot 
And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot 
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war 
You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four 
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor 
'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 

[Chorus]

Okay, okay, okay, okay 
Okay, okay, okay, okay 

[Chorus]