Psychopathic Rydas - Killin’ Shit lyrics

Yeah yeah that's right

F U L L C L I P
Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP
Keepin' it killa thuggin' straight up OG
Diggin' your beef and runnin' your shit
It's our money your loss is my gain
So check this right here
Even if you didn't lose it
I'm still takin' it (Hell Yeah)
My hollow tips in your chest
Make for a murder scene no remorse
No conscience in this killin' machine

I'm on some killin' shit
I kill a bitch quick cut it with Bisquick
And serve it to 'em thick on the strip
Hit 'em hard like my truck
When I'm beatin' the whip you wanna start
I got a pump that'll end this shit
Bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses
Ain't seen a fuckin' thang when
I clip this kid
I'm killin' everythang from bitches to CDs
I'm a bad dream waitin' to happen to police

We on some killin' shit
We into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin'
Everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one
Killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit

I'm on some killin' shit
Mashin' with a pistol grip
Murder in my eyes
With the temper of a lunatic
Don't matter how I try
They 'bout to die when I'm doin this
Push the fufckin' trigger as I'm runnin'
'em for all they shit
And all they whips and all
They chips, run it all, i need that bro
Pockets inside out, Debo'n them hoes
Call it 187 when the target is locked
Mister Duk Da fuk Down before
Your ass get shot

I smoke more blunts than a little
Bit steady on some killin' shit
Everydays the same, floatin' in the whip
Don't surround to flip the
Switch ridin' three wheel
With a hand up out the window
And it's wrapped around the steel
Let slugs spray out at will
Give a fuck how you feel
A Ryda's on the block
And he's huntin' for the kill
Line the suckas up on the center of the dash
Ain't no way they gettin' away 'cause
I'm mashin' on the gas

We on some killin' shit
We into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin'
Everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one
Killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit

Oh no it's the motherfukin' Kikdoe
Blast off the master lock
Now everybody hit the floor
They kill 'em all
It's like I'm caught up in a genocide
Ammunition cease
See 'cause ain't no fukin' where to hide
So line 'em up and set
'em up for the execution
Nine millimeter loaded and it's
Set on distribution
With no confusion, they can make it all clear
Everybody fuckin' dyin' before I step
The fuck up outta here

Keep your eyes on my death tool
(Oh shit) you're goin' dizzy who is he
The one that keep the coroners busy
You see the buck flash, finna duck fast
You a fucked ass
Single barrel pump wavin' out
The black truck blast
I'm on some killin' shit
So real I'm dealin' this shit (Come on)

'Cause I'm a Ryda
(Whoop) and with this 45 I'll divide ya
Leave you dead and peel off
Won't even try to hide ya

We on some killin' shit
We into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin'
Everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one
Killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit

Psychopathic Rydas, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah (That's right, bitch)
We comin' to check yo shit in
Give it up or we dumpin'
And peelin' rydin' dirtay
(Duck down, motherfucker) duk Da Fuk Down
Duck down, duck down, motherfucker
Duk Da Fuk Down