85 Cutlass

Rylo Rodriguez

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    '85 Cutlass, mine on Forgi' wheels
    I come from Mobile
    Niggas be actin' like they robbin' shit, but you home invasion still
    Out they hood I'm passin' by the bridge, hurt me when I seen't lil' Nell
    I done fed niggas who ain't feed me, you ain't never said you'll get the bill
    How the hell you cut me off? You need me, couldn't pay you to keep it real
    He ain't takin' pleas, so now it's free P, I pray he get his appeal
    Took my nephew bottle to measure lean, but I'll never touch his bib
    She was off of her clock, glad I ain't fucked her yet, I feel like Russell Wil'
    All my young niggas spin out nothin' but strikers, can't look up the VIN
    And you had played with my new feelings, girl, and I took that on the chin
    Back from when Heavy died from a leg shot, he had took one to the shin
    Lil' bro a scammer every time his B-day come, I gave him somebody's pin
    Them fuck niggas killed our lil' brother, you want me to pay you for the spin?
    I look at you as a bitch, I used to look at you as a man
    Niggas in they feelings about a chain, I look at you as a fan
    Niggas'll talk behind your back, get home, and at you on the 'Gram
    Say he hate the sound of the jail doors closin', he coming up from years
    It's to the point when you see the CO leave and he coverin' up his ears
    In a place where you can't let 'em see you cry, he coverin' up his tears
    His girl won't pick up, make him wanna scream, he should've went to Yale
    Kinda hard to go to sleep when your bed feel like cement
    Got you twenty-three and one, only the feds undefeated
    If I had to diss some niggas to get a buzz, I don't need it
    If that plea mean I take the stand, tell the judge I don't need it
    Stupid ho, my grandma sayin' you 'posed to love all people
    But I put a ticket on niggas' head, gram' when their hearts stop beatin'
    Shot my dog, put pressure on his wound, my boy stopped bleedin'
    Roger Williams Projects, I used to look up to Cool J and lil' one, easy
    My main bro, he made one call to get off your pass
    I bought codeine from a crackhead and told off her name
    From the PJ, and the house look like a Bnb
    Left her naked at the Hyatt, in the Regency
    I woke up next to two hoes, don't know what's y'all name
    My wrist on transportation, I went buss down plain
    Went Patek here, no Cartier, and not one of us piss
    Wifing no bitch, put my watch on, anniversary
    Just counted a bun up, a knot in 'em, waitin' on the same gimmick
    She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
    Back of the Cullinan, I waste codeine on the sheets
    I had ran it up now, I'm big bro to some niggas old as me
    Just counted a bun up, a knot in 'em, waitin' on the same gimmick
    She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
    If you my bro and that's my opp, you're supposed to roll with me
    Stepped on so many niggas' limbs, we got cold feet

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