[Intro]
I fly ha-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I flew-
Al Geno on the track
I fly her in
I'll fly ya in
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
They forget you livin', but when you die, that's when they act like they miss you
When you're selling pussy, I don't wanna fuck, cause anybody can hit you
Rylo love the kids, but hey, don't play my music around your child
Everything I spit, that shit might touch 'em like a pedophile
All my verses go over they head, 'cause I'm really from the hood
Yeah, he got a deal, but I know his Rolex fake like Ace Hood
That bitch an all red, I might rock the bald head, 'cause I know
(We could never die)
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Surgeries, he got a old soul
I can smell the smoke so I ride 'round with the snot nose
I'm not a coach, Joe clutched his draco, I made him ride the oak
I ain't stop them from leaving cause I know that's how it go
I don't care if the pussy bleeding, I'm just tryna fuck ya throat
Told my nigga Duke, I'd die for em, but I am not a goat
Know they praying for me to fall so it can be winter though
Know they praying that I fall so they can throw on they coat
Make sure he ate, so he robbing with a Glock 9
Ride with his .50, he gone get rich or die trying
Let's be specific on who they desire
Ain't talking burgers, all my niggas sliders
I'm upset, C-Lo died without his drac
Ain't dead yet, but all the opps know where I stay
Took out my heart, left it stranded in the projects
Seen Geno whip, he left the funk sitting in the pyrex
Road to riches, street ain't got no exit
I was sending text, she still ain't get no message
Too many real niggas died, it's no more room in Heaven
Death is always surprising, seem to be never ready
My nigga Dion screaming out "Who next?"
So it's war with the other side, yeah
I fly ha-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I flew-
Al Geno on the track
I fly her in
I'll fly ya in
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
They forget you livin', but when you die, that's when they act like they miss you
When you're selling pussy, I don't wanna fuck, cause anybody can hit you
Rylo love the kids, but hey, don't play my music around your child
Everything I spit, that shit might touch 'em like a pedophile
All my verses go over they head, 'cause I'm really from the hood
Yeah, he got a deal, but I know his Rolex fake like Ace Hood
That bitch an all red, I might rock the bald head, 'cause I know
(We could never die)
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Surgeries, he got a old soul
I can smell the smoke so I ride 'round with the snot nose
I'm not a coach, Joe clutched his draco, I made him ride the oak
I ain't stop them from leaving cause I know that's how it go
I don't care if the pussy bleeding, I'm just tryna fuck ya throat
Told my nigga Duke, I'd die for em, but I am not a goat
Know they praying for me to fall so it can be winter though
Know they praying that I fall so they can throw on they coat
Make sure he ate, so he robbing with a Glock 9
Ride with his .50, he gone get rich or die trying
Let's be specific on who they desire
Ain't talking burgers, all my niggas sliders
I'm upset, C-Lo died without his drac
Ain't dead yet, but all the opps know where I stay
Took out my heart, left it stranded in the projects
Seen Geno whip, he left the funk sitting in the pyrex
Road to riches, street ain't got no exit
I was sending text, she still ain't get no message
Too many real niggas died, it's no more room in Heaven
Death is always surprising, seem to be never ready
My nigga Dion screaming out "Who next?"
So it's war with the other side, yeah
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