[Intro: Full Clip & Yung Dirt]
Rydas!
Doin' the bandana song!
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
We take all these motherfuckers down!
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
We get all this shit done in one sweep!
Yeah!
Yo!

[Verse 1: Lil' Shank]
Ay, ay man, what set you claim?
I'm a locced-out Ryda, I ain't new to the game
Got a blue bandana 'round my neck like a chain (What?)
Always stay strapped always ready to bang
Got the whole interior of my ride in gang rags
I got the windows rolled down, when I'm posted, I'm slangin' bags (Let me get one of them [?])
So everybody know where I'm at
Bandana on my face, one tied around the gat

[Verse 2: Full Clip]
Bandana on my face to conceal my identity (Who that?)
And at the waist band to show my affinity (Whoop whoop!)
Rydas! Young loccsta
And a dirty-ass mitten grippin' tight to my holster
My favorite rag, lemme tell you what I do with this
Strictly for wipin' off them fingerprints
'Cause I squeeze and AK gon' spray
Anybody who stay gonna leave a D.O.A
[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

[Verse 3: Yung Dirt]
Red, black, blue, green, it don't really matter (Hell no)
When I step up out the crib, I be wearin' a bandana ([?])
One tied around my head, one hangin' out my pocket
It's an automatic death sentence if you fuckin' drop it
Don't get fucked up, comin' fuckin' with a thug rag
End up toe tagged, loaded in a body bag (Yeah!)
This real shit, G's die for these squares
Come disrespect my colors, find your ass in the crosshairs

[Verse 4: Cell Block]
I wear the bandana on my face like the Lone Ranger (Lone rangers)
But we different 'cause I kill a perfect stranger (Uh!)
Fuck with the kid, best believe I'll make you famous
The stainless steel sure to leave you where ya layin'
Bandana coverin' the handle of the weapon
With every color, some motherfuckers stop guessin'
Throwin' signs, I rock the red, blue, black, white, and gray
Wrapped up tightly so you'll never see my face
[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

[Verse 5: Bullet]
Bandanas, big gun blast and black trucks
Snatch gold, robbery murder to stack ducks
No Michigan state ID can find me
Flags hang out under loccs where I be
Pattered, scattered, leave you beaten and battered
Blow holes in your clothes and leave your bones shattered
I'm Bullet, bitch, and I'm a motherfuckin' Ryda
Laced up in bandanas wrapped up inside 'em

[Verse 6: Foe Foe]
I bust shots in the middle of a hot club
And then I stand there, drunk as fuck
You won't believe what kind of shit this is
Bandanas all tucked, no witnesses
Fuck a [?], let your chain hang low
Quick to bust back and leave a hole in your Kangol
Walk over and relieve him of his bankroll
And leave a bandana on his motherfuckin' face, ho!
[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome