Psychopathic Rydas - Car Jack lyrics

This ain't for all ages
You’re a parkin' lot violation
I'm the reason they make 12-gauges
I’m in season, and you're outdated
Most hated at your neighborhood watch meet
And I'm not playin'

For the of rhyme sayin'
I'm layin’ ’em down runnin' they pockets
Blazin’ like a four five
Leave ya leakin' like an oil line

You hear that? My feet is bumpin'
And you sittin' on somethin’
Believe it I'm dumpin' (Bless ya)
Get the fuck out so I can jump in
Peel off, you mad, double fist pumpin'
It's Bullet, quick to pull it
Push your whole wig back into a mullet
I car jack, only if you are wack
Mack if you live
Don't expect to get your car back

Run into you at a red light
All black hoodie on
Pull the heater from my waist
Then I gun ya with no calm (Get out)
This is a jack move
Leave your purse where it's at
Get up out the fuckin' ride
Turn around and don't look back
You're just a victim of my everyday routine
The way I make a livin' from
The weakness of a human being
Car jack these city streets so
I can earn my keep
I do it anyway I can to stay up on my feet

There ain't no if's and's
Or but's about it
If you're sittin' on what I like
You comin' out it
I'm only gonna tell ya once
Don't make me shout it
Or you gon' make me blast
Some wiled out shit
Ain't no nine one one gon' save ya
I'll send ya back to that Man that made ya
You best not get in the way on my payday
Your life or your ride ain't shit to me, hey

Put the shawty to the window
On the passenger side (Get out the car)
Best to hop up out the seat
Because your shit is mine
Now that's what the fuck I
Call a passionate crime
Because the whip is my passion
At your skully I be blastin'
You with so much ammunition
Make your seatbelt unfasten
And I ride off, that's what a Ryda do
Now your only way home is the
Rubber on your tennis shoes

Green turns to yellow, that light turns red
I'm out the back seat with
The Mossberg to the head don't hit the gas
Ain't hearin' what you said
(Don't say shit)
Put the shit in park unless
You wanna wear the lead
And I don't want your brains
All over my interior
Yeah, I said mine, could I be any clearer?
(Get out) get the fuck out
Leave it runnin' with the keys in it
The minute you been car jacked

Leave the motor runnin'
I'm throwin' ya to the asphalt
Shut the fuck up, quiet
Stompin' you to the sidewalk
Jump in the driver's seat
Gas pedal through the floor
Raw knuckle rage, grip the steerin' wheel
Slam the door
Hundred miles an hour as I grip up the street
In a black SUV, car jacked
Broken glass in the front seat
No seatbelt, loaded gun in my lap
So I let a few clap at
The police in the back, back, back!