in and outta courts - doodiemakk lyrics
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
kel*tecs and dracs, if it’s up, don’t tell ’em “chill out”
can’t meet you, got too much at stake and i ain’t talking ribeye
everybody get a plate if i got enough to give out
i told my bro his shoes my shoes, his clothes my clothes if i wear his size
ain’t telling no n*gga to pick sides
couple n*ggas touched down, hope we don’t see a phone
bought a gun off the street, n*gga f*ck with me, scratched off the serial number
only time he get money if he load up, go spray some
like my car widebody, what i look like gettin’ the waist donе
f*cked the mob hoe, shе got her face done
i’m in and out the courts, draymond
[bridge: rylo rodriguez]
what you mean you jumped up off the porch, you just crossed the street
every other week new invoices, i know talk is cheap
[verse: rylo rodriguez]
i can’t off the beef, get ya homie hit
my dawg a robber, on his birthday, i put him on a l!ck
brought my white b*tch to the hood around a gang of k!llers, for what her people did, i had to let her hang with n*ggas
i watched n*ggas throw they controller who was tryna beat the system
i know a n*gga died last month and don’t n0body miss ’em
the b*tch bad but i ain’t a slave, but i know how to pick ’em
i know some rats still in they hood, and ain’t n0body check ’em
that n*gga play, just know we at his wig, like a bonnet
them boys hoes, they just like to post, michael thomas
get the backend, spend it all on poles, like the onyx
glocks up, f&ns, no liquor, we got every gen
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
kel*tecs and dracs, if it’s up, don’t tell ’em “chill out”
can’t meet you, got too much at stake and i ain’t talking ribeye
everybody get a plate if i got enough to give out
i told my bro his shoes my shoes, his clothes my clothes if i wear his size
ain’t telling no n*gga to pick sides
couple n*ggas touched down, hope we don’t see a phonepu
bought a gun off the street, n*gga f*ck with me, scratched off the serial number
only time he get money if he load up, go spray some
like my car widebody, what i look like gettin’ waist done
f*cked the mob hoe, she got her face done
i’m in and out the courts, draymond
[verse: doodiemakk]
me and rylo poured a deuce, we ain’t faded yet
i done sipped so much, forgot i had a plane to catch
i’m in the traphouse with the bags
i’m in the yo and i got the whole room filled with some k!llers
full of dracos, everybody screaming they a hitter
hunnid*thousand cash, i already know i ain’t made it yet
i put pounds all on the jet
forgiato rims on the ‘vette
‘buncha goons throwing up the set
vvs diamonds, i’m wet
i’m a soldier, you know i invest
fell in love, tore my heart out my chest
dead bodies in the street, finding no evidence
that sh*t that we do in the street, you’ll get you a 30 year sentence
fill the traphouse with the bags, my b*tches, they coming with ass
i ran up a whole hunnid, now triple it, double my assets
we steady abusing the cup, we pouring up wocky in traffic
wrap the bricks up in the foil, stuff it and hide in my attic
put water all on my wrist, plain jane all on my b*tch
hoppin’ out in that ‘vette, no key, push start switch
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
kel*tecs and dracs, if it’s up, don’t tell ’em “chill out”
can’t meet you, got too much at stake and i ain’t talking ribeye
everybody get a plate if i got enough to give out
i told my bro his shoes my shoes, his clothes my clothes if i wear his size
ain’t telling no n*gga to pick sides
couple n*ggas touched down, hope we don’t see a phone
bought a gun off the street, n*gga f*ck with me, scratched off the serial number
only time he get money if he load up, go spray some
like my car widebody, what i look like gettin’ waist done
f*cked the mob hoe, she got her face done
i’m in and out the courts, draymond
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