[Intro: Cell Block]
Yeah!
The motherfuckin' Rydas back in this motherfucker!
Foe Foe, Bullet, Sawed Off, Lil' Shank, Cell Block, Full Clip, and Yung Dirt!

[Verse 1: Yung Dirt]
Black truck, bad attitude, a red jacket, AK
A son of a gun, I gave a fuck since the first day
I'm a Ryda, can't you tell by the black lokes?
An OG thug, can't you tell by the gold spokes?
It ain't no thing, but a chicken wing
Hangin' on a string, we'll walk up and put a slug in your brain
We the hardest shit since the shit was invented
And you don't ever see it comin' 'cause the window's always tinted

[Verse 2: Cell Block]
Hey homie (I'm a Ryda!), bitch where the [?] at?
Point him out and I clap
Mouth runnin' off like a faucet with hate that they toss
And got 'em watchin' they back in every hood that they cross
And I'm a Ryda, stay bossin', no caution, so deep
Been in it so long, I be ridin' in my sleep
All black SUV and we rollin' on threes
So get the fuck up out the motherfuckin' streets

[Verse 3: Full Clip]
Bitch, I'm a Ryda, straight sidewinder
Let us say "No, I'll still take your ho vagina"
F-U-double-L C-L-IP
Known to check a chin, known to peel back a wig
Don't think I'm 'bout to leave without runnin' your pockets
Peel off in your whip, fuck a big car tactic
Ryda for life, got it tatted on my chest (Whoop whoop!)
Too motherfuckin' gangsta to be with the rest (Never)
[Chorus]
I'm a Ryda (From the days I was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
I'm a Ryda (Now I'm sellin' mad bricks out the crib and my money don't quit)
I'm a Ryda (Tinted windows, roll 'em down long enough to dump around on a bitch)
I'm a Ryda (Bandana on my face, ridin' dirty with the throwaway biscuit)

[Verse 4: Sawed Off]
I live my life as a Ryda, jumpin' on haters daily (Uh-huh)
Dollar bill million, makin' money, pay me! (Cha-ching!)
I gotta get it, so I'm doin' it the fast way
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm livin' crafty
I don't give a damn what you think about me (No)
I could care less how the world see me every time I do a robbery
I'm a Ryda 'til the day that I die
And I'ma keep the tire turning with the heat on my side

[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]
Yo, before I was a gangsta (Yeah!), still had a pocket knife
And I might Lil' Shank you (Uh-huh!), rob you for your bank
You know I hustle, always gotta have an itch for a scratch
And it's a bitch when you're bummy and your shit don't match
Give me a minute and a heater and I'll make ends meet
Times that by seven, now you fuckin' with the kings of the street
I'm a Ryda from the first day, eternal, never finish
And now all my money risin' like the sun, the sky's the limit, you feel me?
[Chorus]
I'm a Ryda (From the days I was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
I'm a Ryda (Now I'm sellin' mad bricks out the crib and my money don't quit)
I'm a Ryda (Tinted windows, roll 'em down long enough to dump around on a bitch)
I'm a Ryda (Bandana on my face, ridin' dirty with the throwaway biscuit)

[Verse 6: Bullet]
Ha ha!
I'm a Ryda, motherfucker, count me in
'Cause when it comes to real players, it's a drought we in
Too many fake hoes, so they nose, I break those
Extra on the ass-kickin' like a foot with eight toes
You old pussy, walk on if you're scared to ride
You said you could, but you lied, stay the fuck inside
It's too cold out here for a baby chicken dick
Like you, and it makes me sick!

[Verse 7: Foe Foe]
Check it!
You want the truth? Well, I get paid to poof
And you just you makin' little change, ridin' dicks in the crew (Ooh!)
I'ma give it to you straight, but no chain shot
Blast you in the face and leave you flowin' like the Great Lakes
'Cuz I'm a motherfuckin' Ryda
Hide me a whistle inside of the waistline when I dip low
I'm a schitzo with a pistol
And you're out of control like a nympho front row at a dick show
[Chorus]
I'm a Ryda (From the days I was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
I'm a Ryda (Now I'm sellin' mad bricks out the crib and my money don't quit)
I'm a Ryda (Tinted windows, roll 'em down long enough to dump around on a bitch)
I'm a Ryda (Bandana on my face, ridin' dirty with the throwaway biscuit)

[Outro: Bullet]
Bandana on my face, ridin' dirty with the throwaway biscuit
Fried chicken on my plate with the yams and buttermilk biscuit
Bandana on my face, ridin' dirty with the throwaway biscuit