[Intro: Bullet]

Uh, yeah...

Turn my motherfuckin' mic up, motherfucker!

[Verse 1: Bullet & Lil' Shank]

Streetlights and moon beams gleamin' off the glass

Pull up alongside of you and frighten your ass

A motherfuckin' night Ryda on these 23s

Shippin' weight, movin' weaponry, and running keys

Who you thought was the ones that be (Rattlin' your livin' room!)

From a half mile away, boom boom boom!

That's us, night Rydas in them black trucks

The party ends when my motherfuckin' gat busts

[Verse 2: Cell Block]

Sun goes down, you know where I'll be found

In the black truck, ridin' two inches from the ground

Hittin' blocks, touch the dirt with the feelers

Bust a U-turn, pick up a package from the motherfuckin' dope dealers

Then I'm on the run to stack my papеr tall

Police tryin' to get at me, so I shakе the motherfuckers off

I'm a night Ryda, pushin' heavy weight until dawn

Bandana on my face and a heater in my palm

[Chorus: Sugar Slam]

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer)

[Verse 3: Yung Dirt]

'07 Range Rover, powder-coated black wheels

Limo-tinted glass, all you seein' be the chrome grill

A night Ryda hit the streets like a vision

And a red Desert Eagle on a motherfuckin' mission

To drop these perpetrators, catch 'em trippin' on the corner

I be all up in the shadows, you don't see me roll up on you

With the red beam, nah, this ain't no fuckin' dream

Do the work, hit the switches, ridin' off on a slow lean

[Verse 4: Full Clip]

Creepin' and crawlin' underneath the moon

If your house is full of goods, it's finna be empty soon

I know the daytime's better, 'cause you're not at home

But I gotta use this trunk full of duct tape and all these ropes

On top of that, it's less police and less light

Which means my bandanas and flannels stay out of sight

I pull the shades down and put my hand over your mouth

With the rest of my Rydas' pockets full, bounce the fuck out!

[Chorus: Sugar Slam]

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride with you tonight)

Come get me, come get me (I wanna ride next to a killer)

[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]

Yo, I hustle all day (Day), ride all night (Night)

Back like the dope man to get y'all right (Right)

Shank be the name (Name), black be the truck (Truck)

Hillbilly style, with a gun rack for the pump (Pump)

I'm a night Ryda, so when the sun go down

I be cruisin' the boulevard, lettin' the sounds pound

Hydraulics got the pancake, side to side

With no hands on the steering wheel, let it ghost ride

[Verse 6: Foe Foe]

I got that all-black truck with the bulletproof glass

With them Lamborghini doors, make it easy to blast

I like to wait for nighttime so I can hide in the grass

And bust shots until I murder that ass

Your ghetto pass is just a flash in the night

'Cause when the sun sets, gunfights erupt under streetlights and we might

Let you live, but I doubt it, 'cause I'm a Ryda

When the moon's out, ain't a motherfucker here wildin'

[Outro: Sugar Slam]

Come get me, come get me

Come get me, come get me

Come get me, come get me

Come get me, come get me