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hail mary (garage) - rylo rodriguez lyrics

[rylo rodriguez & nocap]
i’ll probably die tryna save my n*ggas
she’ll probably die, i can’t save these b*tches
i’ma catch ’em slipping with that gun on eric berry
we gon’ creep up on ’em, send ’em straight to hail mary
she make her rounds ’cause she unemployed
all she good at is bl*wj*bs
my n*gga mark died kickin’ in doors
should’ve buried him with a doorkn*b
project baby, no heater, turn on the stove
to us, you’re rich if you got a garage
my old [?] turned to the crack, made him to a rockstar
his momma never see ’em breakin’ guitars
geno was in the traphouse with pianos. hе got keys. i had watched him whip the yеah up, without no yeezys
thinking ’bout joe
the judge put my n*gga life on hold (yeah)
he handle all my issues
probably ’cause we used to wear the same clothes (yeah)
these n*ggas envying, i found out (yeah)
tryna get off lean, i feel my downfall (yeah)
tryna stay up, i can’t go back broke again (yeah)
ben frank been poppin’ adderall
ion too much want to slide but i can’t slip no more (yeah)
p.o. say i gotta stay up out my hood but it ain’t nowhere else to go (yeah)
won’t leave my tool, i drive her crazy after i screw her
‘fore we walked in his trap, we gotta search him like it’s google
my shoe won’t tie, you play with that gang, we gon’ suit up
and we gon’ dive straight in that water like some noodles
if they was wide open, they probably still wouldn’t shoot for ya
if them haters grew on trees, they probably still wouldn’t root for us
they can drink all the build, them haters still won’t root for us
i set the screen for lil joe, just to get you touched
we get that money like deodorant, it’s a must
the same n*ggas throwin’ dirt, they’ll sip all your mud with you
the way that lil’ hoe blow me, you’ll think she love whistles
ain’t playin’ spades in the traphouse but i’m a drug dealer
i’ll probably die tryna save my n*ggas
she’ll probably die, i can’t save these b*tches
i’ma catch ’em slipping with that gun on eric berry
we gon’ creep up on ’em, send ’em straight to hail mary
she make her rounds ’cause she unemployed
all she good at is bl*wj*bs
my n*gga mark died kickin’ in doors
should’ve buried him with a doorkn*b
project baby, no heater, turn on the stove
to us, you’re rich if you got a garage

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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