[KC Ruskii] Yeah, I done lied and cheated, I wouldn´t trust me either
All the plays I caught, I should´ve been a receiver I got some niggas locked in, I got some brothers in the ground I pour a four in a two liter, codeine, my phone might drown And no matter where I´m at I got some gas in the leaf ´Member when they killed Jay, was thirteen, still had a squeak And we swept all the opps, we damn near a street sweeper And we cannot forget, we damn near all need Jesus I pour a pineapple Fanta out with my brother Rylo We tryna stay out the system, yeah, we all duckin´ five-o Shots took for all my niggas gone, pour a lil´ Remy
Should´ve seen his face when I pulled down in that hemi I been that nigga, and I know that they doubt it Yeah, this my bitch, and I can´t leave out without it Yeah, I´m rockin´ VVS, and all your diamonds, they cloudy And it´s some gas in this ´Wood, you know we smokin´ exotic Can´t leave my fam in the hood, nobody got ´em, I got ´em I came straight out Hamilton, that´s where I be Young niggas on the paper route, but we not PRE We got our sticks and we pull up inside of SUVs This music crack, I keep my stash inside of USBs Them goons robbin´ shit at nighttime Her pussy taken, but her throat mine I want the neck just like a clothesline
Two twin Rugers and they both mine
[KC Ruskii & Kollision] Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports) Back in ´15, was sixteen years old (Like I´m high, jumped off the porch) Then ´17, had that thing on go (And you get torched) Through all this bling, all these things don´t show (Yeah, yeah) If you call me brother, make sure you gon´ die with me He an undercover, he can´t even ride with me Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it (Kollision) Bitch, I´ma up a stick if you think ´bout tryin´ it (Feed the Family)
[Kollision] ´Bout my respect and my loyalty, I´ll crash out ´bout it I heard the opps walked him down and they ain´t even ride ´bout it I know my niggas, they gon´ ride, won´t stop until they Fox 5 it I know some youngins with some guns older than them catchin´ bodies Instead of comin´ to school, they committed to the state No father figure around to wipe them tears off mama face My dawg could´ve been a quarterback (Quarterback) Instead he at the table sackin´ quarter sacks Tell you how I give your mom a heart attack
[KC Ruskii] Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports) Back in ´15, was sixteen years old (Like I´m high, jumped off the porch) Then ´17, had that thing on go (And you get torched) Through all this bling, all these things don´t show (Yeah, yeah) If you call me brother, make sure you gon´ die with me He an undercover, he can´t even ride with me Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it Bitch, I´ma up a stick if you think ´bout tryin´ it
[Rylo Rodriguez]
I show no love, that shit brought me pain, yeah Go cheat on me, but not with the gang I know rappers who still ain´t got back they chains Ride with the Drac´ but it spit like Wayne We drop them pints in the Mayweather, that´s a low blow I´m locked in with KC, pray they free JoJo I know some killers who turned to rats, ain´t get exposed though I seen some niggas who wasn´t homies turn to po-pos That young nigga serve the eight-ball out his side pocket I don´t want my opps to take no pictures ´less they autopsies I run with killers like 300, but we ain´t Spartan I leave the private show and rock it like I´m James Harden
Me and Kino got the same jewelry, we got the same lawyer Cartier tint, fourteen Ray Bans, I tell you They call me Rylo, but I don´t sell dog food I pull up i8 without touching no food I´m from the hood, ran some racks up, I´m ´posed to
[KC Ruskii] Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports) Back in ´15, was sixteen years old (Like I´m high, jumped off the porch) Then ´17, had that thing on go (And you get torched) Through all this bling, all these things don´t show (Yeah, yeah) If you call me brother, make sure you gon´ die with me
He an undercover, he can´t even ride with me Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it Bitch, I´ma up a stick if you think ´bout tryin´ it
If you call me brother, make sure you gon´ die with me He an undercover, he can´t even ride with me Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it Bitch, I´ma up a stick if you think ´bout tryin´ it
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