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Rylo Rodriguez

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    (What's happening, Chi Chi?)
    (Damn, Plug)

    I never could've pictured my dog hating me, he had a filter on him
    Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
    There's money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em
    I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
    Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie
    Glock, I bought it plain but it look better with a switch up on it
    My ho ridin' in the car, she found a bra, bringing up bitches on me
    She don't know that AR got implants, I went and put titties on it

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    Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm still the boss, I'll never be a manager
    Bro done vacuum sealed so many bags, he could've been a janitor
    Micro Draco, this kind hard to get, I ain't never went to Canada
    Run through they lil' crew, they all weak, I treat them like a calendar
    They ain't picture me like this, now they photo-bombin', cool, look at the camera
    Flashbacks of me makin' it out the mud when I look at my Fanta
    Flashbacks of me and [?] on the lick and robbin' back in 'Bama
    Flashbacks of pistol-whipping a nigga like
    If we fuckin' on the low, you can't be liking all my pictures
    I ain't cut her off, she thick and chocolate like SZA
    Every time it was a drought, he had to sit on it, the real one
    Soon as they run out, he just gon' pop out and go bigger
    Judge gave an innocent man a lot of years, say he killed my nigga
    Even when I'm fifty and they free him, gotta kill him
    I was tryna keep us on the DL, ain't tryna be your BF
    You used to act like you ain't see my DM, now I'm in your CF
    Knowin' you gon' need me but you skipped me, had to wait and learn
    Your fault you ain't see the signal light, look how the tables turned
    You ain't even no killer for real, you did it off emotions
    Locked up my dog again, now I'm back sick, scoliosis
    Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill
    300 Blackout, it look like I ain't pay the light bill
    Every strap in this house got a dick, look like a dyke crib
    Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
    I can tell if that PT fake by the look, that ain't the right seal
    Karo on the pint, I had to sell a nigga NyQuil
    Brodie done finessed the country boys, they gon' be ok
    Say it ain't really what it weigh, go wet the weed when they on the way
    Pad the bitch up, the only way we take trips
    Bought my young ho some ass, my cougar a facelift
    Lil' ho, I'm a boss, my bitch can't work a day-shift
    I done see a lot of niggas move the wrong way 'til they stiff
    This ho fallin' out for me, she know I'm P, so I buy her waist
    I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Chase
    I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Zelle
    You gon' be a gangster, lil' bro, forever if you don't tell
    If it ain't that serious, they sent your warrant through the mail
    On the run for a body, they serve your warrant in your cell
    Big brother a real hustler, think he was born with a scale
    You on front-end diversion, got the same case, got a bail
    Know he alive, but he a dead man walking, lowkey a zombie
    They paralyzed my stepdad, got his pistol still in arm's reach
    It traumatized me, tell a fan: Watch how you run up on me
    Fuck love, can't never let no bitch get one up on me
    Talkin' 'bout a kid? I don't even know your name, boo
    Sayin': What we gon' name it? I can't even name you
    I done seen some gangsters stand on business over lies
    I done seen some niggas die over shit that ain't true

    I never could've pictured my dog hating me, he had a filter on him
    Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
    There's money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em
    I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
    Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie
    Glock, I bought it plain but it look better with a switch up on it
    My ho ridin' in the car, she found a bra, bringing up bitches on me
    She don't know that AR got implants, I went and put titties on it

    Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill
    Three hundred Blackout, it look like I ain't pay the light bill

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