[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Green beam, green beam
There won't be a tonight, this ain't Christmas Lights, yeah
Red beam, green beam, you can die anytime
Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
DeCicco
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
Lord know, if I don't blow, would they still kick it?
That's why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it
The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it
With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me
Fourth and twenty, now they're facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my niggas, yeah)
Way them rats run down you, you would think it's Christmas night
Read beams, green beams, but we ain't shootin' Christmas lights
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Got a hood bitch at the Waffle House, might get a tip tonight
You know you playin' this song, you can get killed tonight
But your hip now, it's off the hip now, it's on your reach now
Side bitch tryna make a shot now, she's just a rebound
Made the bitch made, made the teacher mad, but the plug proud
All my niggas locked behind bars, just know I love y'all
My dad and Tyrone let on the street
We was saved by the bell like we Screech
We twenty-three, leave 'em dead in the street
Make your mama faint when they pull back the sheet
I ain't on drank then I can't go to sleep
Sixth grade, I ain't have nothin' to eat
Was shootin' dice, tryna buy up some sneaks
I'ma put a percocet on a P
Fell off but got back on my feet
It was times I couldn't afford new clothes
I'ma call up Boosie, get 'em for cheap
Fuck a bitch and I'ma paint her toes
Her new spot, she just gave me a key
Buy the xans just like I'm Lil Peep
David Ruffin, yeah I love this high
Hellcat in the projects, give 'em motivation
Let a thug get by
Freelance, runnin' to the Boys & Girls Club in the morning
Hit the fire hydrant with a Boeing
Green beam, green beam
There won't be a tonight, this ain't Christmas Lights, yeah
Red beam, green beam, you can die anytime
Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
DeCicco
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
Lord know, if I don't blow, would they still kick it?
That's why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it
The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it
With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me
Fourth and twenty, now they're facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my niggas, yeah)
Way them rats run down you, you would think it's Christmas night
Read beams, green beams, but we ain't shootin' Christmas lights
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Got a hood bitch at the Waffle House, might get a tip tonight
You know you playin' this song, you can get killed tonight
But your hip now, it's off the hip now, it's on your reach now
Side bitch tryna make a shot now, she's just a rebound
Made the bitch made, made the teacher mad, but the plug proud
All my niggas locked behind bars, just know I love y'all
My dad and Tyrone let on the street
We was saved by the bell like we Screech
We twenty-three, leave 'em dead in the street
Make your mama faint when they pull back the sheet
I ain't on drank then I can't go to sleep
Sixth grade, I ain't have nothin' to eat
Was shootin' dice, tryna buy up some sneaks
I'ma put a percocet on a P
Fell off but got back on my feet
It was times I couldn't afford new clothes
I'ma call up Boosie, get 'em for cheap
Fuck a bitch and I'ma paint her toes
Her new spot, she just gave me a key
Buy the xans just like I'm Lil Peep
David Ruffin, yeah I love this high
Hellcat in the projects, give 'em motivation
Let a thug get by
Freelance, runnin' to the Boys & Girls Club in the morning
Hit the fire hydrant with a Boeing
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