Nite Rydas

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet] Uh, yeah... Turn my motherfuckin' mic up, motherfucker! [Verse 1: Bullet & Lil' Shank] Streetlights and moon beams gleamin' off the glass Pull up alongside of you and frighten your ass A motherfuckin' night Ryda on these 23s Shippin' weight, movin' weaponry, and running keys Who you thought was the ones that be (Rattlin' your livin' room!) From a half mile away, boom boom boom! That's us, night Rydas in them black trucks The party ends when my motherfuckin' gat busts [Verse 2: Cell Block] Sun goes down, you know where I'll be found In the black truck, ridin' two inches from the ground Hittin' blocks, touch the dirt with the feelers Bust a U-turn, pick up a package from the motherfuckin' dope dealers Then I'm on the run to stack my papеr tall Police tryin' to get at me, so I shakе the motherfuckers off I'm a night Ryda, pushin' heavy weight until dawn Bandana on my face and a heater in my palm [Chorus: Sugar Slam] Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer) [Verse 3: Yung Dirt] '07 Range Rover, powder-coated black wheels Limo-tinted glass, all you seein' be the chrome grill A night Ryda hit the streets like a vision And a red Desert Eagle on a motherfuckin' mission To drop these perpetrators, catch 'em trippin' on the corner I be all up in the shadows, you don't see me roll up on you With the red beam, nah, this ain't no fuckin' dream Do the work, hit the switches, ridin' off on a slow lean [Verse 4: Full Clip] Creepin' and crawlin' underneath the moon If your house is full of goods, it's finna be empty soon I know the daytime's better, 'cause you're not at home But I gotta use this trunk full of duct tape and all these ropes On top of that, it's less police and less light Which means my bandanas and flannels stay out of sight I pull the shades down and put my hand over your mouth With the rest of my Rydas' pockets full, bounce the fuck out! [Chorus: Sugar Slam] Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight) Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer) [Verse 5: Lil' Shank] Yo, I hustle all day (Day), ride all night (Night) Back like the dope man to get y'all right (Right) Shank be the name (Name), black be the truck (Truck) Hillbilly style, with a gun rack for the pump (Pump) I'm a night Ryda, so when the sun go down I be cruisin' the boulevard, lettin' the sounds pound Hydraulics got the pancake, side to side With no hands on the steering wheel, let it ghost ride [Verse 6: Foe Foe] I got that all-black truck with the bulletproof glass With them Lamborghini doors, make it easy to blast I like to wait for nighttime so I can hide in the grass And bust shots until I murder that ass Your ghetto pass is just a flash in the night 'Cause when the sun sets, gunfights erupt under streetlights and we might Let you live, but I doubt it, 'cause I'm a Ryda When the moon's out, ain't a motherfucker here wildin' [Outro: Sugar Slam] Come get me, come get me Come get me, come get me Come get me, come get me Come get me, come get me