Killa Ova Nuttin'
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Man, what the hell you know about the Rydas?
Black trucks and hoods, bitch
Shit, you better check this, yeah
Yo, I'm a killer, cap peeler
Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for realer
Give me all your scrilla, your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside
Ain't no frontin' when Cell Block starts dumpin'
Through your neighborhood a black truck be bumpin'
So watch 'em out, peep game and learn somethin'
Nigga, check nuts 'cause I'm killin' over nothin'
Now I be ridin' with my shotty and fifth of Bacardi
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
Throw a quarrel, no, off of somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math on the warpath, make evictions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now, sprayin' couples 'cause I love you
So fuck you, I don't gangbang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Biatches, yo, I'm a killer over nothin'
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Puffin' on my pickle piece, everything was lovely
40'S and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', lettin' out my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip, and bitches are pawns
Anyway with no reason for drama
I killed that motherfuckin' bitch and her mama
Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Misled is what my homeboy said
I ain't no bitch, ho, end your life on GP
With your whole family on the lawn starin' at me
And I could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my gat
Get to fiendin' like a basehead to leave you hoes flat
Two gats got my back, killer over nothin'
That's a fact, get out my face or get a slap, bitch
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers
I'm old to tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce off the side of your head, blaow!
You can die any minute
Turn your back and get a hollow-point slug in
You bit it over nothin' at all
Now we serve peanuts out your skull and vomit, you fucker
I've been wonderin' what the fuck you've been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thing for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame 'til you look like an Afghan
Body collapse, so fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda, bitch, so fuck you
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killer over nothin', a Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' motherfuckers up over anything
Pop, pop, pop, gun 'em down, baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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