
Won’t Know (All We Know) Rylo Rodriguez (Ft. RFE Nook & ZiPeso)
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[Intro]
Al Geno on the track
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Run 'em down with that yopstick, young niggas, all we know
When he on coke, when he see a opp, he got to let it blow
Blue 'hundreds and red rum, only colors that he know
Loadin' Glock, even though it's hot, he 'bout to leave a nigga cold
Got smoke with a lot of niggas in the city, kill 'em, they won't know (Yeah)
Only way that they get to him, is to set him up with a hoe
More funerals than graduations, I seen babies having babies
She think it's Gucci, Roger Davis
She just want Lucci, Reginae
[Verse: RFE Nook]
(Aggravated)
Aggravated in my mind, got me going crazy (Goin' crazy)
Tryna trick me out out my grind, I go grab the .380
How hope that Riley want that bust down
You play with me and you get touched down
I came from nothing, I pray for better days
The sun gone shine, even through the shade
I know my time coming, ready for a relocate
And when you ate up on my plate, that was hate, so you fake
And I don't relate
Al Geno on the track
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Run 'em down with that yopstick, young niggas, all we know
When he on coke, when he see a opp, he got to let it blow
Blue 'hundreds and red rum, only colors that he know
Loadin' Glock, even though it's hot, he 'bout to leave a nigga cold
Got smoke with a lot of niggas in the city, kill 'em, they won't know (Yeah)
Only way that they get to him, is to set him up with a hoe
More funerals than graduations, I seen babies having babies
She think it's Gucci, Roger Davis
She just want Lucci, Reginae
[Verse: RFE Nook]
(Aggravated)
Aggravated in my mind, got me going crazy (Goin' crazy)
Tryna trick me out out my grind, I go grab the .380
How hope that Riley want that bust down
You play with me and you get touched down
I came from nothing, I pray for better days
The sun gone shine, even through the shade
I know my time coming, ready for a relocate
And when you ate up on my plate, that was hate, so you fake
And I don't relate
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