The Rydas - Fuckin’ Rydas In Here lyrics

OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up,  throw down, turn up
We about money,  hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)

Ryda Ryda, got the stick in the back seat
Smokin' loud run this shit like a track meet


Drawing a pound every bitch it attracts me
Want to come to town
You know what it is exactly
I don't give a fuck what the
Police want to ask me
'Cause I don't fuck with 12
All they do is arrest me
What should I expect? Everything on gang
With the ski mask always covering my face
You just a opp, so let's get that straight
Crooked-ass motherfucker told police my name
So when I'm baggin' at your front door
Don't ask what we came for
We do what we want, real Rydas never change
Hoe (Rydas)

Billion Dollar Bill raised the quota
Raised the gas
Since a kid, it's how I lived
Shit I stay with the strap
Yeah, your girl want to smash a
Ryda and that's a fact
It's probably mine if your baby is fat (Oh)
Pay me them racks, you better pay me in cash
And if it's been a minute
I finna text that ass
Yeah, we ride on the eastside
In case you forgot
It's 24/7, 365, we don't stop (Oh)

OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)

Eastside Ryda, check the authenticity
I'm like a comic shop
There ain't no motherfuckin' bitch in me
A bitch that mention me
You don't give any smoke
Keep practicing your rounds
You fuckin' practical jokes (Oh)
$tab ridin' since the day before
You heard of me
My name in your mouth leads to dental surgery
You backpedal while your baby
Momma's takin' back shots
While somethin' on my lyrics recorded
Live on a TikTok

No bandanas, y'all bitches don't bang
So guess what? Me and my Rydas
We on the next thang
Still no fucks to be given
'Cause of that bullshit, bitch shit
This is the world we live in
And if all people question the legacy
Never work with the 5, the pig is the enemy
Threes up, weak bitches catch a dirt nap
Never seen it coming like the
Flash from the first blast

OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Baby Slug got this bitch on fire
I put the deuce-deuce to your eye
Exit wounds out the back of your mind
Yeah, fuck the world 'cause I'm hopeless
Money ain't shit to a boss
Buy some more shit
Stick your neck out and you bound
To get your throat slit
Lil Slizzy, I got it litty like a glowstick

OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)
OGs (What) , new school (Hell yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch
Of fuckin' Rydas in here
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps
(Hell yeah)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs
(Back! Back)