LiGhT rAiLs *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Rick Ross & Rich Brian

[Intro]
You're now listening to 1999
Keep it lo-fi

[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Yeah, ayy
Apparently they try to get him out the picture
Pheromones are back been gone too many winters
Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers
Little did they know, It's gon' take more than that to bury me
Killin' Bills feelin' like I'm Tarantin'
We against defeat, that's not our fantasy
Lil hoe, ayy, yeah, aw, ayy
Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' Le Labo
I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow
You might've misheard me If you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the)
Ayy, fuck with the journеy
If anything, I'm puttin' you on a jersey
I fucked with a frеak from Berlin
She a 9 out of 10, but I'd prolly not do it again
Yeah, I hate fallin' out with a bitch, ayy
I hate pillow-talking to bitches
You ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of em soft in an instant (Yeah)
That fame was my bitch for a sec'
But I'm over her now we maintaining a distance, uh