Psychopathic Rydas - Ride Off lyrics

I'm in your face with a pistol
And you 'bout to die
And you gon' have a fuckin' bullet
Hole for an eye
I need the keys to your house
'cause you ain't comin' home
I pull the trigger and explode your dome
And then I ride off

Well, I don't really know if you've been told
Full Clip pops off on semis
While sippin' on Remys
Oh, the fuck yeah, and it ain't it, boss
I miss you and hold up your mama
Then ride off

Bitch, you makin' me nauseous
Plus I'm takin' no losses
Tell 'em Converse said
"Fuck Nike Air Forces!"
Stolen Porches, roll in Rolls Royces
But first I'll go swoop Sawed Off
And thеn I ride off

I put in a hole in your
Head and thеn I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster
And let my gat talk leave that ass dead on
The motherfuckin' sidewalk
Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead
And then I ride off

Man, ain't nobody playin' anymore
Just copped a new Jaguar and I
Drove it out the store bag full of gats
Lookin' to line you out in chalk
Catch you on the fuckin' corner
Bust fuckin' some shots, and ride off

I ride off into the night
Bustin' shots in the air mean muggin'
Runnin' pockets like I just don't care
Sellin' dimes, quarters, and bitches
Straight up player i ride off out this
Bitch into the atmosphere!

Uh, walk into the mall, all cool and calm
Leather OJ gloves, about to rob hoes blind
Snatch purse after purse 'til
My hands are full
Hit the exit to the grip all quick
And then I ride off

When it's on and it's really on
Gat out the back of my window
Lettin' that bitch go, me and my pistol
Just so motherfuckin' off the hook
Close your mouth about the game
I wrote the book, now ride off

Click click bang
Go the gat to the teller's face (Pow)
Empty the drawers then I rob
Everybody in the bank (O oh)
Head to the next one, I can't get enough
Takin' all this easy free-ass money
Then I ride off

It was a murder scene, a drug deal gone bad
There were bodies everywhere with
Guns still in hand
But I was still standing with
All the lights off
So I grabbed the duffel bag of the dope
And ride off

I put in a hole in your
Head and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster
And let my gat talk leave that ass dead on
The motherfuckin' sidewalk
Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead
And then I ride off

Players get smacked the fuck up and
Then jacked for they black truck
And then I fuckin' run 'em over and back up
The Rude Boy said "A bitch
That don't suck dick
Should get a fuckin' bullet hole in her tit"
And then he rode off

Ryda ride out when he gotta get paid
Ryda ride, Ryda roll, backseat
My twelve-gauge
When I bang, I bust, smokin' angel dust
But first I knock the rust out your ass
And then I ride off

I'ma roll my window down
And point the barrel at
Your girlfriend's head
And leave the both of y'all dead
Like blaow! Splatterin' you and your bitch
And then I double back and get the witnesses
And then I ride off

When I be at the club
I always get mean mugged
By some little punk, motherfuckin'
Wannabe thugs it happens all the time
So now I keep me a nine
Wait in the parking lot, commit my assault
And then I ride off

I put in a hole in your
Head and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster
And let my gat talk leave that ass dead on
The motherfuckin' sidewalk
Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead
And then I ride off
(Motherfucker, say what?)

I ride off into the night
Bustin' shots in the air mean muggin'
Runnin' pockets like I just don't care
(Say what, bitch?)
Sellin' dimes, quarters, and bitches
Straight up player i ride off out this
Bitch into the atmosphere!

Motherfucker, my name is Bullet ()
I ain't got no hollowpoint, though bitch
I'm smart and know this much (What?)
We go to the eastside of the Detroit
City and ride off to the west (yeah! Rydas)
And then we go to the westside and
Ride off back to the east (Shine your tires)
We ride off! (Bitch)
Back and forth! (Give me your radio)