Night Ryder - Chris Travis

Nigga I don’t give a fuck about you

Get yo ass beat, no identity

But bitch you gon' remember me

Comin' from the roofs of the mother fuckin' memphis streets

Mark my spot everywhere, the legend of the century

Hands over chest as I lay you to rest

No need for events, bitch I’m comin' for your neck

Dig deep in your flesh, then out of your

Then down to your leg

Bitch you fuckin' with the best

Hold up bitch

You can die with yo niggas

If you ride with yo niggas

I will murk all yo niggas

Then disperse all yo niggas

I do not fuck with niggas

I can not fuck with niggas

I don’t need to pull a trigger

I’ll blow you up nigga

This ain’t no game bitch

Leave your head brainless

Leave your chest heartless

Hold your bitch hostage

Then give her oxy

Y’all can not stop me

Bitch don’t try and help me

Need to help your family

ERRR

ERRR

ERRR

ERRR

Damn, I done came up

Now everybody watch me

See me doin' me and these fuck niggas copy

I’ll burn yo ass like some hot morning coffee

Then leave your coffin in yo boss office

No evidence, bitch I clean the scene flawless

Why yo boy lookin' like his whole world lawless

He a robot, he don’t go to sleep often

on your own, that’s what my momma taught me

Seventeen, buyin like

Shootin' at school til the damn people caught me

Say the good die young, tryna keep the reaper off me

Creepin past the office, puttin' weed in my locker

Bitch, I’m a rider