- Votes:
- Composers:
- Reese
- Barry / Lassiter
- Sean M / Leeper
- Imsomie / Clinton
- George Jr. / Anderson
- James E / Hazel
- Edward / Jean
- Jacques Rodney
 
Yung Wun - Ryde Or Die Boyz lyrics
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
 Flashin', talker, no action
 Read emcees like TVs 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 Shawn 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
 Oops, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
 This go out to those that think this just a rap
 Well, mister, address the gat, we'll address ya back
 Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps
 And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 You don't want no drummer boy
 I hate cops and I like you even less
 I turn your whole block to a bleedin' mess
 Niggas talk hard and get an easy death
 'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm [Incomprehensible]
 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'ma 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 off 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 too rough
 I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
 Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelryYung Wun - Ryde Or Die Boyz - http://motolyrics.com/yung-wun/ryde-or-die-boyz-lyrics.html
 Okay, okay, okay, okay
 Okay, okay, okay, okay
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
 Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
 Gonna 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 candy yams
 Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
 Lookin' like a handy man with tools on the waist
 Put you in the ambulance with two's in your face
 You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
 And I can tell by 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'ma use, the pump or the four
 Then decide where you gon' die, trunk or the floor
 'Cuz I'ma 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 wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
 Okay, okay, okay, okay
 Okay, okay, okay, okay
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
 You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
 You don't want no drummer boy








