Lyrics

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**\[Hook]**
Ayy, Ry don’t play, he a menace in the cut,
Talk that slick, get your whole crew shut.
Dirty-mouth demon, he don't give a f\*\*\*,
Pull up in your hood like, “What’s up, punk?”

**\[Verse 1]**
Bald fade crisp, but he wild like a pit,
Talkin’ 'bout Ry? Better tighten up quick.
He the type to roast you, then steal your girl,
Flip the script clean — now she Ry’s whole world.

Got a foul mouth, yeah, dirtier than Flint water,
Hit the booth gassin’ like he lit a damn mortar.
He don’t rap — he talk sh\*\* on a beat,
Still leave your top red like raw ground beef.

**\[Hook]**
Ry don’t play, he a menace in the cut,
Talk that slick, get your whole crew shut.
Dirty-mouth demon, he don't give a f\*\*\*,
Pull up in your hood like, “What’s up, punk?”

**\[Verse 2]**
Cussin’ in church, still smilin’ at your auntie,
Talkin’ that trash in a Polo and some Dickies.
He don’t sip tea — just Henny and regret,
And he roast so cold, make a grown man sweat.

He got jokes, he got smoke, he got nerve,
You get cooked for a look, get flamed for a word.
Still my dawg though, Ry keep it raw,
Ride for that man like I swore on the law.

**\[Hook – Repeat]**
Ry don’t play, he a menace in the cut,
Talk that slick, get your whole crew shut.
Dirty-mouth demon, he don't give a f\*\*\*,
Pull up in your hood like, “What’s up, punk?”

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Want it even darker, more diss-heavy, or more surreal/funny? I can go full *Detroit underground* or parody-mode depending on the vibe you want. Just say the word.
And I hope you know Ryan got a tight butthole and he’s shaking that brown hairy ass for anyone that wants to meet and he’s gay