The Rydas - We Got Mad Slugs lyrics

We're sorry

Neoprene mask, run your pocket cash
And your weed stash, don't make me blast
On your puss ass, run your hood pass
Real thug shit
Those that we mash like potatoes
Still no love for you finicky fake hoes
And we gon' meet halfway picking a bankroll
Maybe you should lay low cuffin'
You still owe ain't nobody 'fraid of you
Fraudulent fuck foes
And I will be ready when they
Come in to kick door
Four in the chest one up in your thick dome
You better be prepared when you
Fuck with a psycho
Hole in your head about the size of an ozone
You fuck with The Rydas and you
Know how we gon' roll
Mask on you suckers like you


Soft and sap hoes and death to you bitches
On your grave is a black rose

Stay with a gat, aim for the hat
I bang for the set, I'm drippin'
(Drippin')
Reach for the TEC, y'all bleed from the neck
I speak for the vets, I'm vicious (Vicious)
Load up the AK, blow up the hate train
Hoes wanna bang me, listen (listen)
We got mad slugs and we off mad bud
And forty bottles of that liquid (Woo)
Olde English, hoes fiendish
Smoke the greenest, keep loaded heaters
(That pop)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, brratt
Shoot up ya block!
I'mma just blast, buckin' and blappin' em
Reloading my shit and keep blasting 'em
(Slug) blah blah, pap pap! Blah
My gat's

Lay it down or get shot in the face
All my Rydas up in the place don't
Give a fuck about none of y'all!
Not at all, not one of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!

I don't bang, got no lick
Won't run bitch, so get it straight
Kill 'em all where they congregate
Everybody dead, that's their fate
First mistake - eye contact
Second mistake - should have ran track
Send it through your back
Partners yellin' "There's more ammo
For me to blow"
Too slow to pull ya shit, I split ya shit
One shot bitch!
Whole crew get smoked too, tryna
Sprint towards that trunk, fool!
Shelter families from the blast
Get down! Load the heater
I got one thousand rounds
So much gun powder, I'm sniffin' out
No love for your side, man down

Rydas, Eastside
Head for the dome when we close by
Sick and bloody, ain't no lie
Colombian neckties out of mad clips
We have no stock like I'm unloading it
Ain't nobody ever been colder
Than the veteran, let it sink in
I was born to win
Born to be the one they all wanna emulate
Roll with the thugs who can relate
Not them bitches that menstruate
All them bitches better pray
I bet some innocent
Cause somebody getting wet
That's a promise and not a threat, bitch!

Lay it down or get shot in the face
All my Rydas up in the place don't
Give a fuck about none of y'all
Not at all, not one of y'all
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!

First shot miss, second shot hit
Third shot rip
Spin and turn blocks, no return shots
No birdbox (Watch)
That shit smell like the 4th of July
No 6ix9ine, nigga, talk and you die
4 to the 5 with the 9s in the ride
When I pull up on a ten speed
(Rahh rahh rahh rahh rahh)
Like a savage, straight to your cabbage
Every shot showin' shadow of impact
Ricochet going straight through your jacket
And if you ain't dead
You at least gon' live that

Lay it down or get shot in the face
All my Rydas up in the place don't
Give a fuck about none of y'all
Not at all, not one of y'all
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!
We got mad slugs for all of y'all!