Psychopathic Rydas - Killa Ova Nuttin’ lyrics

Yeah, what the hell you know
About the Rydas? Black
Trucks and hoods bitch! Shit
You better check that hell

Yo! (Yo) I'm a killa, cap peela! (Yeah)
Other bitches is wack
But Rydas are for rilla (What?)
Gimme all your skrilla
Your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her
Purse with the wallet inside (That's right)
Ain't no frontin' when Cell
Block starts dumpin' (Buck buck)
Through your neighborhood our black
Trucks be bumpin'
Best to watch your mouth, peep game
And learn somethin' (What?)
Nigga, check nuts
'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'

Now I be ridin' with my shawty
A fifth of Bicardi, my nose snotty
In the party, intentions to levitate a body
Give a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math on the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So fuck you
I don't gangbang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Biatches! Yo, I'm a killa ova nuttin'

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!

Now I knew this bitch, yo
She used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle piece
Everything was lovely
Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause
Anyway, with no reason for drama
I killed that motherfuckin' bitch
And her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin'
Hoes for dead
Mislead is what my homeboy said
I ain't no bitch, hoe, end your life on GP
With ya whole family on the
Lawn staring at me
And I could could give a fuck
(What what?) , get to lookin' at my gat
Get to fiendin' like a basehead
To leave you hoes flat two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!

I was born with the biggest
Chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce out the
Side of your head (Pa-tow)
You could die any minute (Uh)
Turn your back
And get a hollow point slug in it
(Blaow blaow)
You bit it over nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out
Your skull at barbecues

I been wonderin' 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 frame till
You look like an Afghan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm
Havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to
The westside of town!