Rydas! [Rydas!
Mashin’ out! [That’s how we do!
Sippin’ off this [That’s right, Patron got it goin’ on, what?!
Get in, b#tch! [Get the f#ck up in this m#th*rf#ck*r!
Hurry the f#ck up b#tch, we mashin’, come on!
When I’m mashin’, I cash in all your dough
The motherf#ckin’ Rydas is back, b#tch you didn’t know
And you can’t tell by all the f#ckin’ people on the floor
That Foe Foe’s about to explode and let it go [Oh no!
And when the smoke clears
You see me mashin’ from the scene, bumpin’ Pac, shed so many tears
I’m switchin’ gears and you can hear the tires skrrt
, burnin’ ’em up, goin’ first to third, hurt
Faces when I’m passin’ ’em by
All your favoritе places have been set on firе
A motherf#ckin’ live wire with 22-inch tires
g#ngb#ngin’ for hire ’til I retire
Now who wanna fade me? Doin’ ’bout 180
Down the freeway in and out of lanes, mama can’t save me
Yo, and neither can you
Unless you a Ryda and mashin’ like me too
And in that case, uh, pass me the .51
And we gon’ smoke ’til our fingertips burn
Ryda faker, no money maker
Scared to pull the trigger, mash out like a dumb figure, little b#tch!
When I’m mashin’, my gun barrel is hot
Somebody layin’, bloody dead, in the street, beat and shot
And f#ck gettin’ caught, try pullin’ me over
You’ll be stretched out, stiff when the pine box hold you
My slugs will scold you and punish you deep
Pluck you in the forehead and put you to sleep
When I’m mashin’, bet I’m fat blunt ashin’
Big black trucks in the road, block crashin’!
When there’s money makin’ all in the mix, I’m [Mashin’!
My black truck’s chrome and the bricks I’m [Mashin’!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!]
Thugs, they pull the cash, so I mash on the dope spot
Takin’ all that they got and settin’ up shop
My block ain’t hot, b#tch [I would see the rain man?
They scatter like roaches, ’cause my Uzi like a rain can
I mash in the lowrider with the low pro-tires
Everything sparklin’, right down to the wires
Y’all b#tches can’t mash with us, your shit’s trash to us
So, watch your mind like Chris Tucker on that angel dust
When I’m mashin’ [Mashin’!], I got my foot on the pedal
And like some old Motley Crue, I sling the heaviest metal
When I’m mashin’ [Mashin’!], you better to watch your #ss
I’m like a sniper lawnmower, chop you down and gas
And when I’m mashin’ [Mashin’!], fools break they neck
Come slangin’ ’round the corner, hoes stay in check
When I’m mashin’ [Mashin’!], just watch the chrome spin
We’ll smash the mouthpiece, Yung Dirt with a big grin
Rydas, where you at? [Where you at, Rydas where you at?
Where you at? [Where you at, where you at, where you at?]
When there’s money makin’ all in the mix, I’m [Mashin’!
My black truck’s chrome and the bricks I’m [Mashin’!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!]
b#tch, we mash like potatoes, them Detroit players
Plus, the homie ’round the way, meaning can’t nobody fade us
Even with a clip or a 9-millimeter
They spendin’ up all of they on a mission tryin’ to be us
But they can’t mash like the Rydas do!
Got the black-on-black with the chrome 22s
And the GPS up in the headrest
And a throwaway in my lap in case they wanna test
I’ma mash like the hammer of the heater when the trigger pull
Pop him in the chest, leave him wet like swimmin’ pool
Fresh and new, never old, listen how the story’s told
Grippin’ expensive whips and mashin’ on you broke hoes!
When there’s money makin’ all in the mix, I’m [Mashin’!
My black truck’s chrome and the bricks I’m [Mashin’!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
And when we ride [You die, m#th*rf#ck*r!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!
When there’s money makin’ all in the mix, I’m [Mashin’!
My black truck’s chrome and the bricks I’m [Mashin’!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!
When there’s money makin’ all in the mix, I’m [Mashin’!
My black truck’s chrome and the bricks I’m [Mashin’!
To the eastside [Mashin’!], to the westside [Mashin’!
When I bury two off in your chest, I’m [Mashin’!]
Yeah, b#tch!
Yeah!
We about done with you, so it’s time for you to get the f#ck out!
You got dick on your breath?
You in the #ssh#l#
b#tch, we ain’t stoppin’, you to jump out this m#th*rf#ck*r!
You f#ckin’ with some real Rydas!
The party is over, baby!
I’m ’bout to punch this b#tch in her neck, ho!
Rydas!
Man, ay-ay-ay, ay Foe Foe, go in the glovebox and get my motherf#ckin’ gat, I’m ’bout to shoot this b#tch!
You spilled a hundred-dollar glass of ‘nac all over my interior, this b#tch is dead!
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