Ryde or Die Boyz (feat. Yung Wun & Larsiny)

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion Flashin', talker, no action Read emcees like TVs 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 Oops, clipped ya face just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this just a rap Well, mister, address the gat, we'll address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that 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 I hate cops and I like you even less I turn your whole block to a bleedin' mess Niggas talk hard and get an easy death 'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm [Incomprehensible] 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 off 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 too rough I straight grew up, I'm still a bully Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay 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 Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Gonna 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 And 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 you in the ambulance with two's in your face You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot And I can tell by how you talkin' you ain't never been shot Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, it's war You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon' die, trunk or 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 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 Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay 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