[Rylo Rodriguez] Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin´ all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can´t see us, this trap boarded up Don´t run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin´ exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin´ for her ´cause I fucked her with my pants on
[Rylo Rodriguez] I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood Which one you workin´? Buy two, you servin´ And that hate get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin´
I could´ve bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin I´ma chase that paper ´til I´m tired, nigga had a rest They wear this cup, he still died, but he had a vest Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects, yeah I signed the deal, then I sent it on the private jet I rock ´Figer, I ain´t ever feared a nigga yet My lil´ got bankroll, we don´t flex with each other´s checks And these hoes know I´m the G.O.A.T., I´m fresh out the barn I drive my addict, she call that baby shit ´round me, the foreign
[ Rylo Rodriguez] Dior, woah, VLONE, woah Model, woah, she gon´ suck dick, woah Plug, woah, draco, woah Now he can´t, woah
[Rylo Rodriguez] Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin´ all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can´t see us, this trap boarded up Don´t run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin´ exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin´ for her ´cause I fucked her with my pants on
[42 Dugg] No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly fuck it off Won´t put my BM in the Benz, I heard she fuckin´ all I been out here grindin´, Rollie timin´, yeah, we wylin´ Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand Presi´, Presi´, Patek, they like, "Doggybone a problem" I ain´t go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh
Seen two mill´ in blues, they don´t even fuck with Bloods I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, "How much the club got?" Can´t wait ´til they left bud, a´ight, I´m done playin´ games Won´t swish for not a bitch, then hear my son sayin´, "Change" Why we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun´, I moved that shit in Vegas If not fine, then I´m with Baby, if not Baby, I´m with Ced´ So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin´ meds
[Rylo Rodriguez] Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin´ all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can´t see us, this trap boarded up Don´t run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin´ exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin´ for her ´cause I fucked her with my pants on
[Lil Baby] Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don´t need no OnlyFans I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand I just hope the play not play with me, we gon´ fuck up the plan I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was Don´t know what they kid gon´ pull up in, I just keep switchin´ up I had racks before my bud, if they know, they know what´s up Ain´t too many niggas in Atlanta sold more bands than us
Rylo went new cat on ´em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on ´em I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they ass, for real Bitch all in my covers, makin´ jokes, like, I be poppin´ pills Boy, you know what´s up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real
[ Rylo Rodriguez] Dior, woah, VLONE, woah Model, woah, she gon´ suck dick, woah Plug, woah, draco, woah Now he can´t, woah
[Rylo Rodriguez] Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin´ all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can´t see us, this trap boarded up Don´t run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin´ exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin´ for her ´cause I fucked her with my pants on