Unfuckwitable Rylo Rodriguez

[Part I]

[Intro]
(AyJay on the track, so you know I say)

[Verse 1]
I'm a 90's baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par
2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car
Wait list on this ho, I give her back, she asked me 'bout a check
I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the ho and jet
Could've been a realtor, got a couple houses 'round my neck
Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest
Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies
I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout startin' a label with Nick Saban
Say I'm in a room with a bitch, and that ho don't wan' fuck
Like a player, I'ma call me a slut, and hit it in front of her
Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid
Your plans of playing me, you need to cancel the shit like Donda
Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma
Oh, you geeked still?
Day ones only, I ain't kickin' it with no new niggas, hold your feet still
Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still
I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill'
Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags
Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil' bitch ass
Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas
No makeup, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' ho this bad
220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast
Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad
Free the bros, they had got booked for playing the cards that they was dealt
I'm from where we put on our shirts and stand on cars until our death
Took her to Neiman's and bought her Rhude, don't tell me thank you, say you sorry
Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari