[Intro]
Feezie Productions
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punk sippin', I don't look at the lines, I just pour it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap but for that money, I hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
From the crack to coke, to the boy to smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood
Which one you workin'? Watch who you servin'
They’ll have you back and forth to court like Julius Erving
I could've bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty
Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin
I'ma chase that papеr 'til I'm tired, they can have thе rest
They wet his car up, he still die, but he had a vest
Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet
I signed a deal in my city on a private jet
I rock Fear of God, I ain't never feared a nigga yet
All of us got bankrolls, we do not flex with each other's checks
And these hoes know I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm fresh out the barn
I dropped my addy, she said "bae, this shit brought me to a farm"
Feezie Productions
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punk sippin', I don't look at the lines, I just pour it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap but for that money, I hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
From the crack to coke, to the boy to smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood
Which one you workin'? Watch who you servin'
They’ll have you back and forth to court like Julius Erving
I could've bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty
Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin
I'ma chase that papеr 'til I'm tired, they can have thе rest
They wet his car up, he still die, but he had a vest
Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet
I signed a deal in my city on a private jet
I rock Fear of God, I ain't never feared a nigga yet
All of us got bankrolls, we do not flex with each other's checks
And these hoes know I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm fresh out the barn
I dropped my addy, she said "bae, this shit brought me to a farm"
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