2 Ruger 5.7 Rylo Rodriguez
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[Intro]
(D. Hill)
[Chorus]
I'm from the hood, her pussy stay clean, you know I ain't gon' turn her down
You want a dub, we came with fifteen, you know I ain't gon' turn around
Hooked them boys [?]
Fight fire with fire, we burn 'em down
Can't get these Glocks inside the club, I told the driver turn around
You get caught with this, you'll get a dub
Silencer, it don't even make a sound
Smoke, he'll do it on the low, so I gave that boy a pound
Glock with a dick, run 'em down
2 Ruger 5.7's [?]
In the field [?] can't play off, call 'em Cleveland Browns
[Verse 1]
Lil' one hit your block just like a boxer, hop out, leaving rounds
Fuck 'round, hit your ho, domestic violence, best not leave her 'round
Playing defense, try to score
Just bought a PT, I just poured it
When I fuck I told her to give me space, she know I'm claustrophobic
Tell that boy he gon' be rich forever if he say I owe him
.223 kill all [?]
Sharklatto straight out the ocean
I been that man, she say I'm [?]
Forgiatto twelve racks
AK-47, this bitch Russian like a [?]
You was solid 'til a nigga chewed on him and made him take it back
[?]
[?] I'm at your throat
Hood bitch, she a ratchet ho
I buy her unlimited Fashion Nova
Four five bags, it's cashing over
On top of Dior [?]
[Intro]
(D. Hill)
[Chorus]
I'm from the hood, her pussy stay clean, you know I ain't gon' turn her down
You want a dub, we came with fifteen, you know I ain't gon' turn around
Hooked them boys [?]
Fight fire with fire, we burn 'em down
Can't get these Glocks inside the club, I told the driver turn around
You get caught with this, you'll get a dub
Silencer, it don't even make a sound
Smoke, he'll do it on the low, so I gave that boy a pound
Glock with a dick, run 'em down
2 Ruger 5.7's [?]
In the field [?] can't play off, call 'em Cleveland Browns
[Verse 1]
Lil' one hit your block just like a boxer, hop out, leaving rounds
Fuck 'round, hit your ho, domestic violence, best not leave her 'round
Playing defense, try to score
Just bought a PT, I just poured it
When I fuck I told her to give me space, she know I'm claustrophobic
Tell that boy he gon' be rich forever if he say I owe him
.223 kill all [?]
Sharklatto straight out the ocean
I been that man, she say I'm [?]
Forgiatto twelve racks
AK-47, this bitch Russian like a [?]
You was solid 'til a nigga chewed on him and made him take it back
[?]
[?] I'm at your throat
Hood bitch, she a ratchet ho
I buy her unlimited Fashion Nova
Four five bags, it's cashing over
On top of Dior [?]
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