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rich like roddy - al geno lyrics

[intro: rylo rodriguez]
(al geno on the track)
yeah, yeah, yeah
type of n*gga that shoot—
tryna be rich like roddy

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
i’m the type of n*gga tryna be rich like roddy (hey)
i’m the type of n*gga come shoot up your party, yeah (hey)
ar*15 teenager, cougar, glock a 40 (yeah)
i got bit by a snake before, thank god he wasn’t poison (thank god he wasn’t poison)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we turn diamond testers red (we turn ’em red)
you better not leave me alone for long (leave me alone for long)
ran out of lead, i was rightin’ my wrongs (ran out of lead, i was rightin’ my wrongs)

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
i burn ahead and i seen a back turned, n*gga, don’t you play with me (don’t you play with me)
i skipped all my classes to ride hotboxes, got us from a to b (yeah, yeah)
i k!ll ’em in fashion while i’m on roxy, we high on bet (yeah, yeah)
i see 12, still wouldn’t talk to ’em if i was lil’ kid (nah)
down in houston like i’m lil keed
i still got love for lil red (got love)
even though he ratted, but we can’t be homies (can’t be mans)
i turned down a bad b*tch, i turned up a real chick
what part of the game is this? (what this is?)
i take my jersey off and tell the coach i quit (f*ck this sh*t)
can’t lie, i miss my dog, but i won’t go out like vick (won’t go out like vick)
i went back to my old school and told my princ*p*l i’m rich (i’m rich as h*ll)
i went back to my old school and told detention i’m rich
i went back to my old school (back)
f*ck that, i went foreign, get backends like i’m foreign
moncler sixteen hundred, i wear that b*tch like london (back, back)
lot of these n*ggas was sworn in, i swear they wasn’t born in (they wasn’t born)
i ain’t never had no curfew, but they know i be goin’ in (they know i be up there)
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
i’m the type of n*gga tryna be rich like roddy (hey)
i’m the type of n*gga come shoot up your party, yeah (hey)
ar*15 teenager, cougar, glock a 40 (b*tch is old)
i got bit by a snake before, thank god he wasn’t poison (they did me wrong)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they did me wrong, yeah)
we turn diamond testers red (we turn ’em all, yeah)
you better not leave me alone for long (better not leave alone for long)
ran out of lead, i was rightin’ my wrongs (ran out of lead, i was rightin’ my wrongs)

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez]
if i go to jail, gon’ try and buy my phone (gon’ try and buy my phone)
we smoke designer, this here vlone (sh*t vlone runtz)
i came from out there, the jungle, though
you know life’s a b*tch, but don’t f*ck her wrong
even my producers strapped up in this ‘vette (on god)
i’m with al geno, but don’t put us in the mix
i know young and e, they scammers, they won’t clock in for sh*t
long live mark, he wasn’t no sucker, but he died on a l!ck (died on a l!ck)
f*ck your brother, we split your wig, then had his head like splits (take that)
tell me
what do you want from me?
’cause i know it’s something, yeah (i know that it’s something)
i know that it’s money, yeah (i know you want money)
you want me drench you in diamonds
but, b*tch, is you worth it? (b*tch, you worth it?)
i don’t care you f*cked my brother, ’cause i already curved you (i already curved you, b*tch)
i ain’t gon’ try get back at you and f*ck your friend, yeah (nah)
all these hoes the same, world full of million twins (they full of twins)
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
i’m the type of n*gga tryna be rich like roddy (hey)
i’m the type of n*gga come shoot up your party, yeah (hey)
ar*15 teenager, cougar, glock a 40 (a 40)
i got bit by a snake before, thank god he wasn’t poison
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
we turn diamond testers red (we turn diamond testers red)
you better not leave me alone for long
ran out of lead, i was rightin’ my wrongs (just rightin’ my wrongs)

[outro: rylo rodriguez]
al geno on the track, we run laps ’round these n*ggas
al geno on the track, we run laps ’round these n*ggas
al geno on the track, we run laps ’round these b*tches
al geno on the track, we run laps ’round these b*tches

- al geno lyrics

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