Ryde Or Die Boyz - Featuring Yung Wun And Larsiny Lyrics

Ryde Or Die Boyz - Featuring Yung Wun And Larsiny lyrics

[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

Chorus:

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