Unfuckwitable

Rylo Rodriguez

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    (AyJay on the track, so you know I say)

    I'm a 90's baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par
    2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car
    Wait list on this ho, I give her back, she asked me 'bout a check
    I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the ho and jet
    Could've been a realtor, got a couple houses 'round my neck
    Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest
    Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies
    I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout startin' a label with Nick Saban
    Say I'm in a room with a bitch, and that ho don't wan' fuck
    Like a player, I'ma call me a slut, and hit it in front of her
    Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid
    Your plans of playing me, you need to cancel the shit like Donda
    Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma
    Oh, you geeked still?
    Day ones only, I ain't kickin' it with no new niggas, hold your feet still
    Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still
    I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill'
    Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags
    Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil' bitch ass
    Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas
    No makeup, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' ho this bad
    220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast
    Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad
    Free the bros, they had got booked for playing the cards that they was dealt
    I'm from where we put on our shirts and stand on cars until our death
    Took her to Neiman's and bought her Rhude, don't tell me thank you, say you sorry
    Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari

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    (Twysted Genius, baby)

    On a bus, he had got bust, shit too hot for the Mega
    Lil' bro fly and he be trappin', he know how to get them hoes through Delta
    Ho really green but'll have your pockets in the red, only if you let her
    Fuck you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully
    In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie
    You ain't got no aim, niggas spinned on you and mistakenly shot your brother
    She fakin' pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber
    From the 'jects, where you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother
    She asked for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American
    This ain't that, her time of the month, won't go in if I see blood
    This ain't whack, the candy will still float to the bottom like it's mud, he think it's Act'
    Everybody on my payroll turnt, and I call my bluff if you try me
    I live just like Travis Scott, I'm piping up my Kylie
    Go shop in Prada, baby, mix it with the wham, put it in the Grabba Leaf
    He livin' backwards he don't get no paper, he'd rather go catch a body
    Oh, he think he bad? Lil' bro been in that field so long, I think he lost a knee pad
    One opp died, that ain't enough, still incomplete, he hit up the repass
    Bro know it ain't no snow down in the South, still rock the ski mask
    No hoarders, bro got bows inside the couch and had a Desert Eagle
    When you floor it, pedal to the metal
    Bulletproof the Trackhawk, you know they say birds flock together
    He got shot and can't walk, therapy gettin' his nerves back together
    She clean up real nice, she in her bag, she got every pair of Bottega
    Ho, you playin', she brought her sleeping bag
    When I nut, call up a black truck, she ain't stayin'
    Been a few years since I coughed, I'm pourin' mud bro, me and Dann
    Know your stylist'll probably faint if I deactivate my 'Gram
    They tryna see who dress, go tell 'em free lil' Jeff
    Left his ass at the light, money for a member, it shouldn't be no turn, we got the traffic light
    Inside the driveway when I'm rockin' Goyard, 12 hit the spot
    Took him to the station, now he ain't got no charge, you a whole rat
    But his block ain't got no morals, you still a dope boy

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