Yung Wun - Ryde Or Die Boyz lyrics

Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny)
Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish
Ryde or Die Boyz gon', come and get witcha!

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
We read emcees like TV's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and Drag dash-On
Your career won't last long
Real name Sean Lassiter
Four words for y'all: F-type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow
And green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that
Think this just a rap well mister
Address the gat and we'll address ya back


Nasty, nasty, spittin disgusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats
Can fuck with that

You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
You don't want no drama boy

I hate cops, and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
Cuz I pop buck shots like a peasy neck
And I can tell you won't blow
Gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don't care if you a
Skinny or a burly nigga
I'mma have ya face lookin
Like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake
Like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail
They'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money
Now I steal your jewelry
Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
You don't want no drama boy

Don't make me reach for these
I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave
'cuz you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
And y'all niggas all sweet
Like candied yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man
With tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with
Two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin
You ain't never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it
It's war you can choose what I'mma use
The pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die
Trunk of the floor
'Cuz I'mma tell the law I
Don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog
And discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard
This is somethin for y'all

You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
You don't want no drama boy

Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't want no war
You don't want no drama boy
You don't want no drama boy