IN AND OUTTA COURTS DoodieMakk (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Kel-Tecs and Dracs, if it's up, don't tell 'em "chill out"
Can't meet you, got too much at stake and I ain't talking ribeye
Everybody get a plate if I got enough to give out
I told my bro his shoes my shoes, his clothes my clothes if I wear his size
Ain't telling no nigga to pick sides
Couple niggas touched down, hope we don't see a phone
Bought a gun off the street, nigga fuck with me, scratched off the serial number
Only time he get money if he load up, go spray some
Like my car widebody, what I look like gettin' the waist donе
Fucked the mob hoe, shе got her face done
I'm in and out the courts, Draymond

[Bridge: Rylo Rodriguez]
What you mean you jumped up off the porch, you just crossed the street
Every other week new invoices, I know talk is cheap

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
I can't off the beef, get ya homie hit
My dawg a robber, on his birthday, I put him on a lick
Brought my white bitch to the hood around a gang of killers, for what her people did, I had to let her hang with niggas
I watched niggas throw they controller who was tryna beat the system
I know a nigga died last month and don't nobody miss 'em
The bitch bad but I ain't a slave, but I know how to pick 'em
I know some rats still in they hood, and ain't nobody check 'em
That nigga play, just know we at his wig, like a bonnet
Them boys hoes, they just like to post, Michael Thomas
Get the backend, spend it all on poles, like the Onyx
Glocks up, F&Ns, no liquor, we got every GEN