Rylo Rodriguez

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(What's happening, Chi Chi?) (Damn, Plug) I never could've pictured my dog hating me, he had a filter on him Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him This money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringing up bitches on me She don't know that AR got them [?], I went and put titties on it Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm still the boss, I'll nevеr be a manager Bro done vacuum sеaled so many bags, he could've been a janitor Micro Draco, this kind hard to get, I ain't never went to Canada Run through they lil' crew, they all weak, I treat them like a calendar They ain't picture me like this, now they photo-bombin', cool, look at the camera Flashbacks of me makin' it out the mud when I look at my Fanta Flashbacks of me and [?] on the lick and robbin' back in 'Bama Flashbacks of pistol-whipping a nigga like We fuckin' on the low, you can't be liking all my pictures I ain't cut her off, she thick and chocolate look like SZA Every time there was a drought, he had to sit on it to [?] Soon as they run out, he just gon' pop out and go bigger Judge gave an innocent man a lot of years, say he killed my nigga Even when I'm fifty and they free, I gotta kill him Letras de cancionesI was tryna keep us on the DL, ain't tryna be your BF You was there like you ain't see my DM, now I'm in your CF Knowin' you gon' need me but you skipped me, had to wait and learn Your fault you ain't see the signal light, look how the tables turned You ain't even no killer for real, you did it off emotions Locked up my dog again, now I'm back sick, scoliosis Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill 300 Blackout, it look like I ain't paid the light bill They was strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill I can tell if that PT fake by the look, that ain't the right seal Karo on the pint, I had to sell a nigga NyQuil Brodie done finessed the country boys, they gon' be ok Say it ain't really what it weigh, go wet the weed when they on the way Pad the bitch up, the only way we take trips Bought my young ho some ass, my cougar a facelift Lil' ho, I'm a boss, my bitch can't work a day-shift I done see a lot of niggas move the wrong way 'til they stiff This ho fallin' out for me, she know I'm P, so I buy her waist I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Chase I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Zelle You gon' be a gangster, lil' bro, forever if you don't tell If it ain't that serious, they sent your warrant through the mail On the run for a body, they serve your warrant in your cell Big brother a real hustler, think he was born with a scale You on front-end diversion, got the same case, got a bail Know he alive, but he a dead man walking, lowkey a zombie They paralyzed my stepdad, got his pistol still in arm's reach It traumatized me, tell a fan, "Watch how you run up on me" Fuck love, can't never let no bitch get one up on me Talkin' 'bout a kid, I don't even know your name, boo Sayin', "What we gon' name it?" I can't even name you I done seen some gangsters stand on business over lies I done seen some niggas die over shit that ain't true I never could've pictured my dog hating me, he had a filter on him Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him This money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringing up bitches on me She don't know that AR got them [?], I went and put titties on it Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill 300 Blackout, it look like I ain't paid the light bill From Letras Mania