Foe Foe
24 wit the gold tip, scrimps and juice
all platinum wit the gold grip, about to get loose
triple black windows like who dat is?
Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz
All my friends is close, and my enemies closer
Til wind up pictured, on the have you seen me? poster
Sippin on the neach wit hoes feedin me grapes
I had to get up out the hood into a gated estate
All the haters need to back the fck up
Before I back the truck up,
and leave your crew all shot and stuck up
In the hood, all the money in the world aint nuttin
Thats why they always hate you for sumthin
Muthafckas!
Full Clip
Ryda convoy rollin tough again
Black hummer H2 on the 42 spins
Scrimp and juice bar, restin in the console
Foldaway hatch with the strippers pole
Lil Shank comin through wit a gang of chickens
And plenty of that nose candy for them hoes that dippin
Takin bitches down, send em home wit limps
And I be sippin on my juice and double dippin my scrimps
You got that juice and scrimp,
Dont ride boy
Yous a pimp
Get your money right
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
Get your money right
Bullet
Get off my plate bitch, my scrimp
I walk wit a pimp limp, Im no simp
Im a ryda, even when I walk im ridin
In the small of my back is a glock Im hidin
When I pull out, muthafckas foheads blow out
Im one them thugs, the reason you dont go out
Me and Lil shank, Full Clip, and Cell Block
Ride wit us, we drop you off shell shocked
Juice and scrimps, gangsta fury
Dont worry, weed man comin through in a hurry
And my name, you muthafckas know my name
You wont forget it when I bury one deep in yo brain
Sawed Off
Seven days a week, sippin juice, eatin shrimp
Bubbagump aint got shit on me, man I be parlayin
you would think Id say bye to sea
cause the hood the whole hood smell fishy
Butter it up dawg!
Barbeque, sauted, pin fried,
whatever tall glass of homemade wine
Juice bitch its on! When we chillin, its like a lunch break
Cause thuggin all the time could make a muthafcka hungry
You got that juice and scrimp,
Dont ride boy
Yous a pimp
Get your money right
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
Get your money right
Cell Block
Ballin outta control,
my money folds and bills with big faces
And every money is to livin in some suitcases
My scrimp and juice is all swole, and keeps all the rydas tow up
On some dime crystal and any luxury
Cell Block got the hood unlocked, slangin all types of rock
And kill a muthafcka runnin his spot
Its my street, its my ground and that bump is my sound
You can hear my system pound from the other side of town
Lil Shank
Since I was knee high to a big wheel
I was always determined to role wit a crew of rydas,
keeping it real
Cell Block all this shit was unheard
But we had mad dreams of makin it big
Shrimps and juice, want butter on my lobster bib
Pimpin, thuggin, rydin, mashin,
Seven black trucks parked at the ryda mansion
and it dont stop,
so go ahead wipe that cocktail sauce off yo chin
and count that money man!
Psychopathic Rydas all up in this bitch
And we dont give a shit
Go ahead and get your shrimp!
You got that juice and scrimp,
Dont ride boy
Yous a pimp
Get your money right
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
Get your money right