[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)

[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
Ryda Ryda, got the stick in the back seat
Smokin' loud, run this shit like a track meet
Tryin' to pound every bitch it attracts me
You want to come to town; you know what it is exactly
I don't give a fuck what the police want to ask me
'Cause I don't fuck with 12, all they do is arrest me
What should I expect? Everything on gang
With the ski mask always covering my face
You just a opp, so let's get that straight
Crooked-ass motherfucker told police my name
So when I'm bangin' at your front door, don't ask what we came for
We do what we want, real Rydas never change, hoe (Rydas!)
[Verse 2: Billion Dollar Bill]
Billion Dollar Bill raised the quota, raised the gas
Since a kid, it's how I lived, shit I stay with the strap
Yeah, your girl want to smash a Ryda and that's a fact
It's probably mine if your baby is fat (Oh!)
Pay me them racks, you better pay me in cash
And if it's been a minute, I finna text that ass
Yeah, we ride on the eastside, in case you forgot
It's 24/7, 365, we don't stop (Oh!)

[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)

[Verse 3: Big $tab]
Eastside ridin', check the authenticity
I'm like a comic shop, there ain't no motherfuckin' bitch in me
And bitch eventually, you gon' get this smoke
Keep practicing your rhymes, you fuckin' practical jokes (Oh!)
$tab ridin' since the day before you heard of me
My name in your mouth leads to dental surgery
You backpedal while your baby momma's takin' back shots
While somethin' on my lyrics recorded live on a TikTok
[Verse 4: Lil' Shank]
No bandanas, y'all bitches don't bang (Bang)
So guess what? Me and my Rydas, we on the next thang (We on the next thang)
Still no fucks to be given (To be given)
'Cause of that bullshit, bitch shit, this is the world we live in (This is the world we live in)
And if all people question the legacy
Never work with the 5, the pig is the enemy (Is the enemy)
Threes up, weak bitches catch a dirt nap
Never seen it coming like the flash from the first blast

[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)

[Verse 5: Lil Slug]
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha!
Baby Slug got this bitch on fire
I put the deuce-deuce to your eye
Exit wounds out the back of your mind
Yeah, fuck the world 'cause I'm hopeless
Money ain't shit to a boss, buy some more shit
Stick your neck out and you're bound to get your throat slit
Lil Slizzy, I got it litty like a glowstick, Ryda!
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Oh shit!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Ryda! Rydas!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)
OGs (What!), new school (Hell yeah!)
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' Rydas in here (Rydas!)
We can mash up, throw down, turn up
We about money, hoes, drugs, and straps (Hell yeah!)
Anybody on the other side talk shit on a Ryda
Y'all are gettin' laid on your backs (Back! Back!)