Текст Rylo Rodriguez – Me And You

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Ima go do a show in the middle of the pen, where they ain’t gone shame me
Tell the guards «If they ratted on a nigga, they ain’t welcome, even if they thank me.»
Tell my youngins «We ain’t doing no more drive by’s, you’ll do straight walk-ups»
Pussy nigga gon type on the internet and say it, pull up… won’t talk up

My lil hoe rock Off-White but she black as fuck
Bitch that ain’t my ?, let me see your results
I ain’t talking Rucker Park but my niggas in and out the court
By my Rio shooting dice, when I shoulda went score like sports
Project Baby sports car, athlete money
You the one that had to steal the lawnmower and go cut grass for for some money
Renegade, we ain’t have gas money
Know they MMA, but they ain’t go act like it
2 racks, he’ll do it like a pair of lightskins (dikes)
Hood bitch, I always see her with some hoodrats
12 tryna pick us up, we like dead bodies
They say we’re doing too much, just like Ed Hardy
Say we’re doing too much, like Ed Hardy
Remember I ain’t have a dollar, even though I had four pockets…
Now the bitch tryna ‘holla’, ’cause they think I say I’m 4Pockets
I ain’t catch no murder, when I was down, and looked around, I ain’t had nobody
I ain’t see fam… I thought God gave up on me, but I was dirty, I did… I was buried for the pigs
«You think about death too much»… No hair, but I pray they don’t split my wig
When a hoe… when she suck my dick, let me hit my high
One week, we had smoke, then we squashed it, we still can’t high five
And Tell your nigga «if he ever touch Rylo, that mean I ain’t survive»
Put that bitch out, ’cause that hoe she wear flip-flops, she forgot her slides

I got so many niggas waiting on an appeal today
Even if you on your period, lil bitch, you still can stay
So Imma make you fall asleep, with my dick in your mouth like braces
Now I ain’t never been fucked up again, even if you hit the blunt and they laced it
She going home with school everyday, do hair, then dance at the Villa at night
Lil Bill got murked in the hood shooting craps, people just tryna see paradise (pair of dice)
Be talking to the Demon, more than my Angel, got me beefing with Charlie
I know them hoes ain’t in a straight line or form like my name’s Steve Harvey
She know I’m the GOAT, Michael Jordan
And we know she a hoe, we ain’t bothered
Ima hit and run like the Dodgers
I pull up push straight, find the key, then it’s yours (Urus)

I’m gone fuck you, only for one night
We gone do drugs too, til the sun rise (til the sun shine)
And she mind all these drugs, momma say I’m going crazy
Doing shows in the middle of the projects like they payed me
Ima go do a show in the middle of the pen, where they ain’t gone shame me
Tell the guards «If they ratted on a nigga, they ain’t welcome, even if they thank me.»
Tell my youngins «We ain’t doing no more drive by’s, you’ll do straight walk-ups»
Pussy nigga gon type on the internet and say it, pull up… won’t talk up