Ryan run his mouth till the Sun come up Baby mama saying: Come back to bed ‘Cause you been up for days And they ain’t shit changed Them drugs fucking up your head You said you want all the smoke I was thinking real life You playing on the internet I guess I failed to realize Ain’t no consequences for your actions Embarrassment to Ashland City Plus you ain’t claimed by Nashville, actor You a white bitch for Harris Ain’t no king, you an heiress White girl like Paris Record conversations, Upchurch to sheriff And I don’t paint pictures I just say it with my lyrics Ryan always does the same shit and then repeats it If fucking sister cousins was a sport, he’s undefeated Old titty boy Ryan, filled with estrogen He’s the reason Katie Noel turned more lesbian Yeah, buddy, Church on the ditty loop list for sure Always naked in the shower, talking shit, no shirt Why you screaming at dudes on your phone, pervert? Old lady got a lead so you can go fuck her Ryan run his mouth till the Sun come up Baby mama saying: Come back to bed ‘Cause you been up for days And they ain’t shit changed Them drugs fucking up your head I said, Ryan run his mouth till the Sun come up Baby mama saying: Come back to bed ‘Cause you been up for days And they ain’t shit changed Them drugs fucking up your head I'm about to go ballistic Ryan Upchurch couldn’t win the Special Olympic Let alone this shit, you troll, play your role like a victim Fat little [?], got bodyguards to protect your bitch tits How you going to blame everybody for your downfall? Act like a liberal, claim to be an outlaw No hold bars, meaning you can’t hold me Ryan always looking sad, crying face emoji You a shitty rapper, you ain’t making no list Standing next to me, the closest you’ll get to goat shit Back to smacking his [?], body bag him Zip him up, Michael Jackson jacket You want action? Roll the dice Playing with me, have you like Passion of the Christ You going to crash out your life Need a room of writers for days Rocket launchers, grenades This nigga think we playing chess? Bitch, I'm playing spades He don’t stand on what he say He just stand behind them gates all day It’s okay, I’ve been known to kill a snake like Ryan run his mouth till the Sun come up Baby mama saying: Come back to bed ‘Cause you been up for days And they ain’t shit changed Them drugs fucking up your head I said, Ryan run his mouth till the Sun come up Baby mama saying: Come back to bed ‘Cause you been up for days And they ain’t shit changed Them drugs fucking up your head