For Me
Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti
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(Nile, I hear you) (Pablo, you crazy for this one) It's the Wockhardht came 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 f*ck for me It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me How you keep catching charges and gettin' bonds for me It's the I only flex when I get loans for me It's the scamming, ho, I f*ck 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 Yo, I'm pouring up three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a f*ck bout no V.I.P wristband They book me up, f*ck around and throw up the back end My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends It's the braggin' on your pussy when I get in it you run it for me F*ck up her hairdo and buy her some weave Yeah, she bad but she get naked for weed, ayy It's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me It's the putting guns on the 'Gram for me Met a ho from Chiraq said she knew Lil Reese I'm making moves that gonna renew her the lease Foot on they neck got my hands on a check I ain't takin a bet 'less they betting the house I got lean in a drought I made money in the pandemic Paramedics, they dying for attention, check pulse You might die over that note You might die over that post Don't play with us, you just might die over that joke You better check her, that mean you gon' die over that ho In my city, you lack, you gonna die over that smoke It's the Wockhardht came 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 f*ck for me It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me How you keep catching charges and gettin' bonds for me It's the I only flex when I get loans for me It's the scamming, ho, I f*ck 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 Yo, I'm pouring up three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a f*ck bout no V.I.P wristband They book me up, f*ck around and throw up the back end My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends For me, it's the Patek She sent me the addy, I pull up this ZO6 'matic This ain't from rapping, this shit out the attic I'm moving the package I keep it So G, ain't no lies from me Damn, that bitch bad, it's the eyes for me Why she standing like that? 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 Strap and a permit, do a crime for me Partner in the feds, doin' a dime for me J in the kitchen cooking 9s for me And I ain't never paid a nigga to slide for me Why not? 'Cause its the heart for me Pull up in the hood with so much work And I ain't never thought bout nan nigga robbin' me It's the turquoise 'Rari on Forgis for me Two bitches having an orgy with me Price right, plug been spoiling me They'll get 'em to your door like Amazon Prime Every time you beef, one of your home boys dying Every time you post, in your caption be lying Need to live your life, quit trying to live mine Because that ain't what's poppin' to me It's the profit for me Pop out and re-up again My bitches twenty, two tens And I don't do friends, I prefer enemies Least I know what these niggas plan to do to me, yeah Crib in the suburbs but really it's the trenches for me (yeah) Master bedroom cold but really it's the kitchen for me It's the Wockhardht came 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 f*ck for me It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me How you keep catching charges and gettin' bonds for me It's the I only flex when I get loans for me It's the scamming, ho, I f*ck 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 Yo, I'm pouring up three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a f*ck bout no V.I.P wristband They book me up, f*ck around and throw up the back end My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends For me
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