Ruff RydinG

[Intro]

I can't give 'em no options
(clap clap) when we know we niggas poppin'

[Hook]

Yes, I'm on my shit
Why these, niggas, on my dick
Why these, hoes, be watchin'
I just, know they, can't stop me

[Verse 1]

Ain't no stoppin', I can give 'em no option
Why am I watchin', when they know we the niggas that's poppin'
Lord speak spirits like creole
My wrist froze, so frio
I fix homes like depo
Scummin' through ya' block like Debo
Got these niggas chain slow
Can't hide nuttin' from the gand doep
Fuck the world hard like bang bro's
Wanna be a demon turn ya' horns to a halo
My mic kill arch angel
Hardcore shit no Quavo
Top boy shit no drake though
I got the six in the frenzy
I gotcha' bitch in the benzy
I got that shit they gone envy
Opps could hit with a weggie
'Cuz none of these niggas are deadly
None of my niggas are friendly
I am their kindness and grace
I took the power from hate
I put them back in their place though
'Cuz I'm

[Hook]

Yes, I'm on my shit
Why these, niggas, on my dick
Why these, hoes, be watchin'
I just, know they, can't stop me

[Bridge]
Big boy shit {4x}
I am too tall to act small
I lost some niggas I'll ball for 'em all
I gave my all to them all
They just complained I'm too raw for them dawg

[Verse 2]

All my niggas bust they guns, heavy
SG where my dogs at
Shooter gang Scum Gang
Clique, b-dub gang shit
L Block been on that!
This shit here ain't neeeww to me
Seventeen with Jacob jeeeeewelry
Everyday living in a moviiieeee scene
A script for a Crip thats cool to see
Like trees in a cool breeze
Bad trench, take me
Where the palms at
I snoop on ya' block when you and ya' dogs at
Never had a Dre, but wave make comrades
Niggas feel a way where I stomped at
Suckas gone hate, tryna say he can't come back
I'm mischievous and I love that
Pull up on ya' mom like a don, where ya' son at
You know the mood, playing in the streets then you move by the rules
Stay on ya' feet if you snooze you will lose
Watch what you see or get viewed on the news
These niggas be swinging in feuds, we sing you the blues
That chopper hit high notes
Don't you speak on my name
You will die slow
I bring heat to ya' flame
When I'm ya' fire low
Fry you like Spyro
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, bitch a thug is a thug
Best have a vest, catch a slug from the scum
Tec hit ya' chest, knock the drugs outcha' lungs
That's how you smoke a nigga, gotta' open niggas, spill they guts like a Dutch for the dung
Bitch I turn nuttin' to something
Go dumber the dumb
You hoes better run to ya' guns
Six years old and my son got a gun
We hunting for the funds like it's fun
Dead shot, hit you once and ya' done
Jamrock, when we come with them drums
Son, (Yes I'm on my shit)

[Hook]

Yes, I'm on my shit
Why these, niggas, on my dick
Why these, hoes, be watchin'
I just, know they, can't stop me