Don’t Miss Rylo Rodriguez (Ft. Jackboy)

[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
(Nile, I hear you)
(Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy)
G way

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
G way, I like to flex with hoes
If we run out of gas, go electric mode
The head wasn't shit, had me pissed cammode
No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose
She was gon' French, but I choked her, I ain't kissin' a ho
Whole team balling, we just gon' pick and roll
And we carrying the guns and I missed the show
Fuck these couches and tables, we stand on 'em
Your brother look bad, put your mans on
A wide body, she got a tan on
Fuckеd a booster, I slept with my pants on
What the hеll I look like doing a diss song?
I'm tryna make a don't miss song
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I'm tryna make a don't miss song

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Said trapping is dead, bring bags to the funeral
I don't even got a bed don't care 'bout no rumors (room)
You don't hit nothin', no sweat, as long as you're shooting
I just want the bread, you can keep the communion
I'm with bae in the 'Vette, my old ho got a shit face
My hood on my trunk, they decided to switch places
I watched some niggas go to jail and they turning snakes
Hood hot laws out, you tell me which way
I got some homies in jail
We sharpen our knives, that turn to a blick, yeah
I'm going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Mitch
A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wig like spritz
Cranberry fruit cup, hot Cheetos, granny used to beat my ass with a switch
Your nigga a rat and I don't need to talk about it
That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it
Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it
MoMa, my shirt and my jeans was Off-Whited
I got some Wock in my pores
If you need it to be cleaned, do your chores
I watched niggas go marry the game
They threw they controllers when they got divorced