9.Killa Ova Nuttin'
Man what the hell you know about the Ryda's？
Black trucks and hoods bitch
Shit you better check this bitch
Yo, yo I'm a killa cat peela
Other bitches is wack but Ryda's are for rilla
Give me all your skrilla
Your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with a wallet inside
Ain't frontin' with Cell Block starts dumpin'
Trough your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
So watch your mouth became alert some
Nigga checkin' us cause I'm killin' ova nothin'
Now I be ridin' with my shotty and fists becautty
Minds so slotty in party intentions to levitate a body
Give a fuck who we wit or who we know
Let the barrel blow or corral know
Over somthin' that he borrow though
Do the math on the war path
Niggas additions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Slayin' couples caused I loved you, so fuck you
I don't gang bang cause I'm struglin'
Biotches, yo I'm a killa ova nothin'
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
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
Buffin' on my pickle, peace everything was lovely
40's and swishes delivered to my doorstep
Every in the mornin, neden on my woodpeck
Livin' levish and be called and beconed on
I'm tha big Full Clip and bitches are pawns
Anyway with no reason for drama
I killed that motha fuckin' bitch and her mama
Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Missing letters with my homeboys said
I ain't no bitch, hoe
And your life on G.B.
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
2 Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin' thats a fact
Get out my face and get a slap bitch
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
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 shoulders
I killed little kids and took their strollers
I'm older tie you up instead
And blow red letters off the side of your head, bitch ahh
You could die any minute
Turn your back and get a hollow point slug in it, blah blah
You bin it ova nuttin at all
Now we shoot peanuts at your skull and bar-b-que
I've been wondering what the fuck you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your brain till you look like an afagan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from tha hood
Raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cat cause I'm havin' a bad day, hey
You can be a thug if you want too
But I'm a be a ryda, bitch
So fuck you
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
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