作词 : Rylo Rodriguez 作曲 : Rylo Rodriguez [Intro] (AyJay on the track, so you know I say)
[Verse 1] 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 *****, and that ho don't wan' **** 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' ***** 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 in our shirts and stand on cars at the [?] [?], don't tell me thank you, say you sorry Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari [Intro] (Twysted Genius)
[Verse 2] 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 **** 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 [?] 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 The hardest worker had 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Rylo Rodriguez [00:00.182] 作曲 : Rylo Rodriguez [00:00.365][Intro] [00:01.157](AyJay on the track, so you know I say) [00:09.832] [00:10.111][Verse 1] [00:10.665]I'm a 90's baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par [00:13.369]2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car [00:15.778]Wait list on this ho, I give her back, she asked me 'bout a check [00:18.709]I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the ho and jet [00:21.396]Could've been a realtor, got a couple houses 'round my neck [00:24.136]Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest [00:27.073]Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies [00:29.755]I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout startin' a label with Nick Saban [00:32.439]Say I'm in a room with a *****, and that ho don't wan' **** [00:35.155]Like a player, I'ma call me a slut, and hit it in front of her [00:37.836]Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid [00:40.796]Your plans of playing me, you need to cancel the shit like Donda [00:43.489]Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma [00:46.196]Oh, you geeked still? [00:46.995]Day ones only, I ain't kickin' it with no new niggas, hold your feet still [00:49.387]Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still [00:52.069]I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill' [00:54.490]Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags [00:57.149]Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil' ***** ass [01:00.127]Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas [01:02.588]No makeup, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' ho this bad [01:04.991]220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast [01:07.443]Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad [01:10.415]Free the bros, they had got booked for playing the cards that they was dealt [01:13.363]I'm from where we put in our shirts and stand on cars at the [?] [01:15.766][?], don't tell me thank you, say you sorry [01:18.240]Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari [01:21.218][Intro] [01:21.756](Twysted Genius) [01:30.534] [01:30.802][Verse 2] [01:31.067]On a bus, he had got bust, shit too hot for the Mega [01:32.683]Lil' bro fly and he be trappin', he know how to get them hoes through Delta [01:35.361]Ho really green but'll have your pockets in the red, only if you let her [01:38.092]**** you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully [01:41.073]In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie [01:44.059]You ain't got no aim, niggas spinned on you and mistakenly shot your brother [01:47.021]She fakin' pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber [01:50.269]From the 'jects, where you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother [01:52.965][?] for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American [01:55.880]This ain't that, her time of the month, won't go in if I see blood [01:58.813]This ain't whack, the candy will still float to the bottom like it's mud, he think it's Act' [02:02.051]Everybody on my payroll turnt, and I call my bluff if you try me [02:05.318]I live just like Travis Scott, I'm piping up my Kylie [02:07.751]Go shop in Prada, baby, mix it with the wham, put it in the Grabba Leaf [02:10.960]He livin' backwards he don't get no paper, he'd rather go catch a body [02:13.677]Oh, he think he bad? Lil' bro been in that field so long, I think he lost a knee pad [02:16.892]One opp died, that ain't enough, still incomplete, he hit up the repass [02:19.576]Bro know it ain't no snow down in the South, still rock the ski mask [02:22.559]The hardest worker had bows inside the couch and had a Desert Eagle [02:26.130]When you floor it, pedal to the metal [02:28.558]Bulletproof the Trackhawk, you know they say birds flock together [02:31.522]He got shot and can't walk, therapy gettin' his nerves back together [02:34.436]She clean up real nice, she in her bag, she got every pair of Bottega [02:37.386]Ho, you playin', she brought her sleeping bag [02:39.777]When I nut, call up a black truck, she ain't stayin' [02:41.681]Been a few years since I coughed, I'm pourin' mud bro, me, and Dann [02:44.408]Know your stylist'll probably faint if I deactivate my 'Gram [02:46.555]They tryna see who dress, go tell 'em free lil' Jeff [02:48.445]Left his ass at the light, money for a member, it shouldn't be no turn, we got the traffic light [02:53.254]Inside the driveway when I'm rockin' Goyard, 12 hit the spot [02:56.241]Took him to the station, now he ain't got no charge, you a whole rat [02:59.224]But his block ain't got no morals, you still a dope boy
