My Lil’ Rydas

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet] -listenin' to that bullshit! Fuck that bullshit! I'm gonna petition to get this out of the stores! (Bullshit!) Get this shit out the motherfuckin' streets! (Bullshit!) I got kids, motherfucker! (Motherfucker) And my kids are my responsibility! (Bullshit!) This is bullshit! (Bullshit!) I don't want 'em listenin' to this bullshit! [Verse 1: Cell Block] They shootin' bones in the park after dark for dollars Sayin' "School is for fools!", livin' like street scholars Young Rydas carry bookbags of all types of good shit With a .22 in his right shoe and he ain't afraid to use it Tossin' up gang signs, ragged up in red and blue Lost his little baby teeth, now he rockin' a gold tooth On the brand-new iPhone, braggin' to his crew Ah, the pigs will never stop him, man, his folks don't have a clue My lil' Rydas! [Verse 2: Bullet] Lil Rydas sell meth to classmates and sеrve out they locker Don't givе a shit about a old man, kick his ass up out his rocker Little badasses gettin' head up in juvenile court Swervin' on skateboards and smokin', ain't but three feet short Strollers with spinners and platinum binkies and chewers Bottles full of them fruity-ass Jack Daniels coolers Seven-year-olds grippin' candy-painted navigators Chewin' [?], fuckin' runnin' second-graders [Chorus] My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old) My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!) My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!) And when they grow, they gon' ride like us! [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] This is for my Lil Rydas, with the all-black Big Wheels Little thugs on the playground, keepin' it really real Sippin' 'gnac instead of Kool-Aid, sellin' sacks instead of lemonade Not even thirteen-year-old rockin' a [?] Wearin' a stolen chain with a rusty deuce-deuce Case somebody stealin' shit, they have to cut one loose He might be little than you, but no matter the situation BG is still a Ryda, he gon' show 'em, he ain't playin'! [Verse 4: Yung Dirt] Now let me take you back, but still keep this shit real Picture young Rydas flossin', lil' bosses still on training wheels Baby gangstas, little bastards, havin' big dreams Bitch slappin' neighbors' kids and gank him for his Starscream Lookin' hard as hell in they black Garanimals Little bad motherfuckers labeled as some animals Young Rydas, throw 'em up, show 'em how we do Gang to show thugs, ridin' 'round, screamin' "Fuck you!" [Chorus] My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old) My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!) My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!) And when they grow, they gon' ride like us! [Verse 5: Full Clip] Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man Got somethin' up in his hand, that weight weigh more than him [?] in his waistband just to get this shit happenin' Might be three times over him, but it'll still get your knees to crackin' You think he give a fuck? Lil' Ryda can't see over the steering wheel In his black truck, talkin' about Half Clip twenty years ago Already stickin' bitches the fuck up, already throwin' them nuts up And already lacin' up them all-black trucks, you motherfucks! [Chorus] My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old) My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!) My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!) And when they grow, they gon' ride like us! [Outro] Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man And when they grow, they gon' ride like us!