Killa Ova Nuttin' Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black 

trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that, 

hell... 

Yo! I'm a killa 

Cap peela 

Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla 

Gimme all your skrilla 

Your keys to your ride 

Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet 

inside 

Ain't no frontin' 

When Cell Block starts dumpin' 

Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin' 

Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' 

Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin' 

Now I be ridin' with my shotty 

A fifth of Bicardi 

My nose snotty 

In the party 

Intentions to levitate her body 

Give a fuck 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 hotty now 

Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you 

So fuck you 

I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin' 

Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin' 

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! 

Wettin' mothafuckas 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' mothafuckas up over anything! 

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! 

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! 

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me 

Buffin' on my pickle, peace, 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 bitches all pause, anyway, 

with no reason for drama 

I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama 

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead 

Mislead 

Is what my homeboy said 

I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P. 

With ya whole family 

On the lawn staring at me 

And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my 

gat 

Get to feindin' 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, bitch 

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! 

Wettin' mothafuckas 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' mothafuckas up over anything! 

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! 

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! 

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 

Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it 

You bit it 

Over nuttin' at all 

Now they serve peanuts out your skull 

At barbecues 

I been wonderin' what the fuck 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 

afgan 

Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan 

Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways 

Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day 

Hey, you can be a thug if you want to 

But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you! 

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! 

Wettin' mothafuckas 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' mothafuckas up over anything! 

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! 

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!