All we see is homicides
They got us traumatized
They be scared to go outside
‘Cause they know we hang out the window
Back to back extendos
Know she a ten, ain’t cuff her, I fucked her with my bro
Monkey on my back, I’m tryna shake him just like Derrick Rose
Coulda been a punter, but we rather kick doors
I bought her Givenchy, just to keep her mouth closed
So I wanna kill him, I swear I won’t take his soul
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jammin’ on the radios
Stolen cars, got us from A to B, when we make the honor roll
Imma give that bitch the D, but I’m not her teacher
Imma give the bitch the E, like she got caught cheating
I wish a nigga would, I want smoke with all genies
She from the bluff, from the hood, and she tryna come back and run to me
She wanna go to the moon, but I rather buy her lil son (sun) some sneaks
I tried to pay her to leave (leaf), she want me to put on a tree
Her wanna go on dates, I bought her Uber eats
I got blood on my Timberlands, yaw

My catch a STD, this cup is too raw
I put a 3 in a Sprite
She put some coke in her nose
I ain’t let the opps catch me off guard, I seen them and struck a lil pose
Ever since Section 8, no garage, we had to park on the road
I know you dear friend, I had true feelings
I see new killings… both I left them slumped in that car
Life so hard, that we had to sell hard
Came from broken homes, so we had to sell crack
She gon keep her dog, but she had to sell cat

I got demon spirits in my heart
I’ve been fiending for your scars
You stuck a heroin needle in her arm
You know for that paper these hoes come in pairs, not plums
He colorblind so all he know is red and brown (red rum)
I take a perc by the evening, I go to church in a Demon
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His blood on the low like anemia
My nigga breath won’t stink, but I seen him dead on the cement
I ain’t put the bowl on the feature even though he got remix
I payed for her frontal, I’ll be her backend
My dog an anaconda, I seen his snake skin
Had to run up on them bears like I was Walter Payton
Hot at night, but again, we robbed them at the Days Inn (Day-end)
Tryna get his blood off my hands, so I kept on bathing
I still got blood on my Timberlands
I still got blood on my Timberlands
Gotta make sure my niggas straight even though they ain’t femenine
I pour a drink ’cause I got niggas up inside the can
I quit going to church cause the hood turn me to a man (Amen)
Tyronne had blood on his Soldiery
This shit bigger than the alphabet, ’cause Imma pull up in a SRT
Her pussy throwback just like LGR
Nah, nah, shit bigger than the alphabet Imma pull up hell feet in (fitting?)

Song video Rylo Rodriguez – Pour Up

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