Warfare 550 (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)

RYLO ONLY
Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
We make 'em drop shit, life ain't fair
.223s, artillery
We could go to war with Vietnamese
I'm stuffin' racks in Amiri jeans
She still came over, I don't know what period means
We fuck friends, I don't know what takin' ya serious means
If we been serious, spent 10K on a pair of earrings

Sold out a stadium, me and NoCap, and Tom Brady wasn't even there
That lil' nigga be gamblin' with it like anywhere
He known for uppin' up that stick, while they shooting craps
Sold out dates, home city, call the fire marshall
They like, "How he buy some jewelry 'fore he buy a lawyer?"
Got choices, I know she a dime, I still will ignore her
Seen I got trap hoes who like dogs, but they not Vick's daughters
Streets know I been thuggin' since 15, I don't gotta convince Carter
First time I fucked, you asked me would I pay ya' rent for ya?
You had me bent, like some elbows
Went to trial with two arms, left with three elbows

I told you secrets only God know
I told you secrets, how they all know?
I wish a nigga would reach for my chain
I don't care if its Odd Family or Cosmo