[Yung Wun]

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion

Flashin, talker, no action

Read emcees like TV's with captions

Charts we smash on, guns we blast them

Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on

Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter

Four words for y'all, F type no passenger

Flow nastier, man you know what I mean

And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green

So the wrist look like a twister mat

Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap

Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat

This go out to those that think this just a rap

Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back

Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps

And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that



Chorus:



You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy

These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy

These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy

These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy

You don't want no drummer boy



[Larsiny]

I hate cops, and I like you even less

I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess

Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death

'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ???

And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger

All talk, no show, Jerry Springer

I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga

I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror

We shake your features, y'all make believers

And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure

I ball of the scale, break the meter

And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha

Hold up, take a breather,