Lyrics: Rylo Rodriguez
Music: Rylo Rodriguez
Pablo you crazy for this one haha
It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me
It's the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain't **** for me
For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - I got real nigga shit and she know it (And she know it, bitc
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catchin' charges gettin' bonds for me
It's the I'm on a flex when
I get a loan for me
It's the scammin' who
I **** for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me
It's the Patek for me
Know I'm goin' up go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin' up three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a **** 'bout no VIP wristband
Ayy book me I **** around
Throw up the backend
My brother couldn't make this show
He got the pack in
I'm mad that I ****ed the hoe
She got some bad friends
It's you braggin' on your p sexy but when
I get in it you runnin' from me
**** up her hairdo and buy her some weaves
It's the yes she bad but she get naked for weed
Ayy it's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me
It's the puttin' guns on the ground for me
Yeah the h*e from Chiraq
Say she knew Lil Reese
I'm makin' moves
I won't renew the lease
Foot on they neck
Got my hand on the check
I ain't takin' the bet unless they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I make money in a pandemic
The paramedics they dyin' for attention
Check pulse
You might die over that note
You might die over that post
You play with us
You just might die over that joke
You better check up
That mean you gon' die with that h*e
In my city you lack
You gon' die with that smoke
It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me
It's the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain't **** for me
For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - I got real nigga shit and she know it (And she know it, bitc
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catchin' charges gettin' bonds for me
It's the I'm on a flex when
I get a loan for me
It's the scammin' who
I **** for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me
It's the Patek for me
Know I'm goin' up
Go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin' up
Three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a **** 'bout no VIP wristband
Ayy book me I **** around
Throw up the backend
My brother couldn't make this show
He got the pack in
I'm mad that I ****ed the hoe
She got some bad friends
For me it's the Patek
She send me the addy
I pull up that Z06 'matic
This ain't from rappin'
This shit out the attic
I'm movin' the package
I keep it so G ain't no lies with me for me
Damn that bitch bad it's the eyes for me
Why she standin' like this it's the thighs for me
And she get money it's the grind for me
She don't see no hoes yeah she blind for me
Straight up in apartment do a crime for me
Partner in the fed doin' a dime for me
Jay in the kitchen cookin' nines for me
And I ain't never paid a nigga slide for me
Why not 'cause it's the heart for me
Pull up in the hood with so much work
And I ain't never thought
'Bout no nigga robbin' me
It's the turquoise Rari on Forgis to me
Two bitches havin' orgies with me
Price right plug been spoilin' me
They'll get 'em to your door like Amazon Prime
Every time you beat one your homeboy dyin' yeah
Every time you post and your captions be lyin'
nigga live your life quit tryna live mine
'Cause that ain't what poppin' to me
It's the profit for me pop up and reup again
My bitch a 20 two 10's
And I don't do friends
I prefer enemies at least
I know what these nigga s plan to do to me yeah
Crib in the suburb but really
It's the trenches for me
Yeah
Master bedroom cold but really
It's the kitchen for me
The kitchen for me yeah
It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me
It's the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse
But ain't **** for me
For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - For Me - Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti - G.I.H.F. - I got real nigga shit and she know it (And she know it, bitc
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catchin' charges gettin' bonds for me
It's the I'm on a flex when
I get a loan for me
It's the scammin' who
I **** for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me it's the Patek for me
Know I'm goin' up go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin' up three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a **** 'bout no VIP wristband
Ayy book me I **** around
Throw up the backend
My brother couldn't make this show
He got the pack in
I'm mad that I ****ed the hoe
She got some bad friends