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Ryyot - Old Ryyot Lyrics



Ryyot - Old Ryyot Lyrics




So Many Years I done put in this shit
Watch feel like a brick
What you do to my wirst
I ain't new to this shit
I been doing this shit
Ancient Knowledge like
I studied Ruins and shit
Had to go get the pack
So you know that I'm taxing
Can't let these illiterate niggas
Out rap me
So far ahead still in the lead if lap me
Come wet up yah block
Got em Ducking like daffy
It's f*ck the fame
Niggas Still gone get active
Brand new chain
And brand new glock for you snatchers
He said he on I checked the stats
He be kappin New Christian Dior
Make her ride that dick backwards

She red and she thick
I'm gone hit like a tackle
I trap off the android
I work off the Apple
I ain't with the gang what you
Sayian Like Nappa
They copied my moves so I switched up the tactics
She ain't got no money
Then she ain't come with me
Aim at yo head
He freeze up like Walt Disney
Came out the dirt
So you know that boy griddy
That boy think he big Imma
Kill em like diddy
Not gone Check in and I'm Still in yo City
Still f*ck with Bins
And you know how I'm living
I ain't got no friends
Still check in on my niggas
Birds of a feather and I be killas
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So Many Years I done put in this shit
Watch feel like a brick
What you do to my wirst
I ain't new to this shit
I been doing this shit
Ancient Knowledge like
I studied Ruins and shit
Had to go get the pack
So you know that I'm taxing
Can't let these illiterate niggas
Out rap me
So far ahead still in the lead if lap me
Come wet up yah block
Got em Ducking like daffy
It's f*ck the fame
Niggas Still gone get active
Brand new chain
And brand new glock for you snatchers
He said he on I checked the stats
He be kappin New Christian Dior
Make her ride that dick backwards

She red and she thick
I'm gone hit like a tackle
I trap off the android
I work off the Apple
I ain't with the gang what you
Sayian Like Nappa
They copied my moves so I switched up the tactics
She ain't got no money
Then she ain't come with me
Aim at yo head
He freeze up like Walt Disney
Came out the dirt
So you know that boy griddy
That boy think he big Imma
Kill em like diddy
Not gone Check in and I'm Still in yo City
Still f*ck with Bins
And you know how I'm living
I ain't got no friends
Still check in on my niggas
Birds of a feather and I be killas
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Writer: James Mixon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Ryyot
Language: English
Length: 1:06
Written by: James Mixon
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