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walk - rylo rodriguez lyrics

[intro]
feezie productions

[chorus; rylo rodriguez]
f*ck that n*gga rylo, he rap horrible
i deleted her number, head was horrible
n*gga punks, sittin’ all on the lines, i just pour it up
got cameras, we see them, they can’t see us, this trap boarded up
don’t run no track before that money, i hold you for ransom
i need help, i got a problem f*ckin’ exotic dancers
from the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, i get my hands on
she thought i was cookin’ for her ’cause i f*cked her with my pants on

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
i gave every young n*gga a glock in my hood
which one you workin’? buy two, you servin’
and that hate gеt back and forth with the court like julius ervin’
i could’ve bought a kilo but i bought a chain for thirty
glock 27, i stuck a d*ck in it, it was a virgin
i’ma chasе that paper ’til i’m tired, n*gga had a rest
they wear this cup, he still died, but he had a vest
hope you proud of me, n0body made it from my projects, yeah
i signed the deal, then i sent it on the private jet
i rock ‘figer, i ain’t ever feared a n*gga yet
my lil’ got bankroll, we don’t flex with each other’s checks
and these hoes know i’m the g.o.a.t., i’m fresh out the barn
i drive my addict, she call that baby sh*t ’round me, the foreign
[pre*chorus: rylo rodriguez]
dior, woah, vlone, woah
model, woah, she gon’ suck d*ck, woah
plug, woah, draco, woah
now he can’t, woah

[verse 2: 42 dugg]
no knock, just sign me for the meals, i prolly f*ck it off
won’t put my bm in the benz, i heard she f*ckin’ all
i been out here grindin’, rollie timin’, yeah, we wylin’
baby prayed the lawyer since i made five hunnid thousand
presi’, presi’, patek, they like, “doggybone a problem”
i ain’t go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh
seen two mill’ in blues, they don’t even f*ck with bloods
i want twenty for a show, but still i ask, “how much the club got?”
can’t wait ’til they left bud, a’ight, i’m done playin’ games
won’t swish for not a b*tch, then hear my son sayin’, “change”
why we made it, i signed a deal for a couple hun’, i moved that sh*t in vegas
if not fine, then i’m with baby, if not baby, i’m with ced’
so many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin’ meds
[pre*chorus: rylo rodriguez]
dior, woah, vlone, woah
model, woah, she gon’ suck d*ck, woah
plug, woah, draco, woah
now he can’t, woah

[verse 3: lil baby]
hunnid bands and birkin bags, my girl don’t need no onlyfans
i go crazy every shot i get, like this my only chance
i run through a million cash so much, i need another hand
i just hope the play not play with me, we gon’ f*ck up the plan
i just heard he said he rich as me, i know he wish he was
don’t know what they kid gon’ pull up in, i just keep switchin’ up
i had racks before my bud, if they know, they know what’s up
ain’t too many n*ggas in atlanta sold more bands than us
rylo went new cat on ’em, dugg got four hunnid racks on ’em
i just sit, laid back, chill, i could bust they ass, for real
b*tch all in my covers, makin’ jokes, like, i be poppin’ pills
boy, you know what’s up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real
[pre*chorus: rylo rodriguez]
dior, woah, vlone, woah
model, woah, she gon’ suck d*ck, woah
plug, woah, draco, woah
now he can’t, woah

[outro: 42 dugg]
b*tch
sum’n light

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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