Killa Ova Nuttin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
Trucks and hoods b*tch!! sh*t, you better check that
Hell...

[Verse 1: Cell Block & Lil' Shank]
Yo! (Yo!) I'm a killa, cap peela! (Yeah!)
Other b*tches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla (What?)
Gimme all your skrilla, your keys to your ride
Tell your b*tch to leave her purse with the wallet inside (That's right!)
Ain't no frontin' when Cell Block starts dumpin' (Buck buck!)
Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Best to watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' (What?)
n*gga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'

[Verse 2: Twin Gats]
Now I be ridin' with my shawty
A fifth of Bicardi, my nose snotty
In the party, intentions to levitate a body
Give a f*ck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math on the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So f*ck you, I don't gangbang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Biatches! Yo, I'm a killa ova nuttin'
[Chorus]
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

[Verse 3: Full Clip]
Now I knew this b*tch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle piece, everything was lovely
Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and b*tches all pause
Anyway, with no reason for drama
I killed that motherf*ckin' b*tch and her mama

[Verse 4: Foe Foe & Full Clip]
Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Mislead is what my homeboy said
I ain't no b*tch, hoe, end your life on G.P
With ya whole family on the lawn staring at me
And I could could give a f*ck (What what?!), get to lookin' at my gat
Get to fiendin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat
Two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped, b*tch!
[Chorus]
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

[Verse 5: Bullet]
I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce out the side of your head (Pa-tow!)
You could die any minute (Uh!)
Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it (Blaow blaow!)
You bit it over nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out your skull at barbecues

[Verse 6: Lil' Shank]
I been wonderin' what the f*ck you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an Afghan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your f*ckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda b*tch, so f*ck you!
[Chorus]
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothaf*ckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!