Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ruff Rydas , by - NLE Choppa. Release date: 22.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ruff Rydas |
| Huh, yeah |
| Rough riders, rough riders (Rough riders) |
| I’m a rough rider |
| Yeah (Rough rider), ayy, ayy |
| Every time that I ride, my Glock in my lap (My lap) |
| When I’m shootin' my shot, you know I don’t crack (Don't crack) |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, I hate all the cap |
| I don’t fuck with these hoes, they really be jack |
| I got on Chanel, we breakin' down bales |
| I can eyeball, I don’t need a scale |
| Remember them days, I didn’t have nothin' |
| I got in my bag and ran up my money |
| I get me a check like Nike (Uh) |
| I’m shootin' shit up like Spike Lee (Grrah) |
| I nut in her mouth, I’m triflin' |
| I was down, the bitches ain’t like me (No cap) |
| Real talk, no cap, bitch nigga |
| I’m gone and poppin' them jiggas |
| Perc' 30's in my system |
| Ayy, we don’t fuck with Swishers, woah |
| Rough riders, rough riders |
| Ridin' 'round with some snipers (Uh) |
| Rough riders, rough riders |
| You know I’m Top Shotta (Shotta, yeah) |
| I ride with pistols and them Glocks for my enemies (For my enemies) |
| Don’t fuck with niggas, they got bitch nigga tendencies (Bitch nigga tendencies) |
| I seen my opps slow down on a ten-speed (Grrt) |
| And I’ma send that nigga up where God be (Yeah), yeah |
| Bitch nigga, test me, look wrong, hundred shots to his dome (Grrt) |
| Left the house last night, but he ain’t make it home |
| We, we be snipin' and killin' (Killin'), bitch, I’m a villain (I'm a villain) |
| Bitch, I can’t spare a thing, I’ma kill the children (Kill the children) |
| Bitch, you know just how we livin' (How we livin') |
| Know just how we livin' (How we livin') |
| Do a drive-by, cruisin' in a Honda Civic (Grrt) |
| And fuck the police until they free my nigga (My nigga) |
| You niggas police, wanna snitch on niggas (Y'all be rattin') |
| Every time that I ride, my Glock in my lap |
| When I’m shootin' my shot, you know I don’t crack |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, I hate all the cap |
| I don’t fuck with these hoes, they really be jack |
| I got on Chanel, we breakin' down bales |
| I can eyeball, I don’t need a scale |
| Remember them days, I didn’t have nothin' |
| I got in my bag and ran up my money |
| I don’t need me a helmet because I’m ridin' rough |
| Just like freeze tag, if I see him, he gon' get touched |
| I’m the toughest nigga in the game, I got three nuts |
| And I love to hear that Draco bang, rip him up in pieces, yeah |
| Rough riders, rough riders |
| Ridin' 'round with some snipers (Uh) |
| Rough riders, rough riders |
| You know I’m Top Shotta (Yeah), yeah |
| NLE Choppa, nigga |
| Rough rider, huh |
| You know how we do it |
| Get away |
| All the niggas, yeah, uh |
| Rough rider, rough rider |
| Ridin' 'round with a sniper, yeah |
| Rough rider, rough rider |
| NLE the Top Shotta |
| Ha, yeah |
| (Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) |
| (Top Shotta, rough rider) |
| (Rough, the rough, the rough rider, grrah) |