Ryder

[Intro]

Cut that off

Shorty hold up he deadly

You shouldn't play with him like that

Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though

[Verse]

You present me to your mama like a bad person

Like you don't know a nigga hurtin' and all this shit ain't certain

Like you don't know we out here surfin', niggas out to murk me

That's just a bitch and she ain't shit, I had to meet in person

Slow down, YoungBoy

She might tell the business for the opps

The original Don Dada

Who want problems with the ocks?

I be the first approach the door with that chopper once he knock

These niggas tryna take my spot these pussies run into that Glock

You can tell whoever that you want, I won't stop

They can't control mе, demons and reapers on mе

These niggas never fold me, we up and let it pop, yeah

Motherfuck your mammy, she don't concern with Lil Top

Yeah, I been out my top, yeah, drinkin' out the bottle

YoungBoy ain't got no mind, been like that since just a toddler

He work him with that chopper, from down the street we spot him

My brother throw them fours, I'm conversatin' with Lil Tyler

Hold on, soon as you left she did not go, I got her

I been droppin' bands ensure my soul, I'm a rider

Choppers talkin' loud for who want holler

My youngins out here wildin', we all condone in problems

I just put a drum in another gun, admit the bitch know how to run

I'm tryna stretch another one, my brother he gon' step on somethin'

Silent when the police come, nigga, act like they wanted somethin'

Pussy just come specific with that tension, we won't run from nothin'