[Intro: Bullet]
-listenin' to that bullshit!
Fuck that bullshit!
I’m gonna petition to get this out of the stores! (Bullshit!)
Get this shit out the motherfuckin' streets! (Bullshit!)
I got kids, motherfucker! (Motherfucker)
And my kids are my responsibility! (Bullshit!)
This is bullshit! (Bullshit!)
I don't want ’em listenin' to this bullshit!

[Verse 1: Cell Block]
They shootin' bones in the park after dark without us
Sayin' "School is for fools!", livin' like street scholars
Young Rydas carry bookbags of all types of good shit
With a .22 in his right shoe and he ain't afraid to use it
Tossin' up gang signs, wrapped up in red and blue
Lost his little baby teeth, now he rockin' a gold tooth
On the brand-new iPhone, braggin’ to his crew
[?] the pigs will never stop him [?] avenue, my lil’ Rydas!

[Verse 2: Bullet]
Lil Rydas sell meth to classmates and sеrve out they locker
Don't givе a shit about a old man, kick his ass up out his rocker
Little badasses gettin’ head up in juvenile court
Swervin' on skateboards and smokin', ain't but three feet short
Strollers with spinners and platinum binkies and chewers
Bottles full of them fruity-ass Jack Daniels coolers
Seven-year-olds grippin’ candy-painted navigators
Chewin' [?], fuckin' runnin' second-graders
[Chorus]
My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old)
My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!)
My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!)
And when they grow, they gon' ride like us!

[Verse 3: Lil' Shank]
This is for my Lil Rydas, with the all-black Big Wheels
Little thugs on the playground, keepin' it really real
Sippin' 'gnac instead of Kool-Aid, sellin' sacks instead of lemonade
Not even thirteen-year-old rockin' a [?]
Wearin' a stolen chain with a rusty deuce-deuce
Case somebody stealin' shit, they have to cut one loose
He might be little than you, but no matter the situation
BG is still a Ryda, he gon' show 'em, he ain't playin'!

[Verse 4: Yung Dirt]
Now let me take you back, but still keep this shit real
Picture young Rydas flossin', lil' bosses still on training wheels
Baby gangstas, little bastards, havin' big dreams
Bitch slappin' neighbors' kids and gank him for his Starscream
Lookin' hard as hell in they black Garanimals
Little bad motherfuckers labeled as some animals
Young Rydas, throw 'em up, show 'em how we do
Gang to show thugs, ridin' 'round, screamin' "Fuck you!"
[Chorus]
My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old)
My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!)
My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!)
And when they grow, they gon' ride like us!

[Verse 5: Full Clip]
Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man
Got somethin' up in his hand, that weight weigh more than him
[?] in his waistband just to get this shit happenin'
Might be three times over him, but it'll still get your knees to crackin'
You think he give a fuck? Lil' Ryda can't see over the steering wheel
In his black truck, talkin' about Half Clip twenty years ago
Already stickin' bitches the fuck up, already throwin' them nuts up
And already lacin' up them all-black trucks, you motherfucks!

[Chorus]
My Lil Rydas (Little kid ain't but twelve years old)
My Lil Rydas (Where the fuck you get all that gold?!)
My Lil Rydas (Makin' more fuckin' money than his mommy does!)
And when they grow, they gon' ride like us!

[Outro]
Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man
Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man
Chips all up in they teeth, but I ain't talkin' about them Fritos, man
And when they grow, they gon' ride like us!