[Intro]
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
(Here's Jonny)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Big Yavo]
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee)
Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring)
I know a n***a that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustler who just let the door swang (Door swang)
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twеnty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closеt just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez & Big Yavo]
Pull up period, don't care 'bout your period (Thuggin')
If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (Huggies)
Waited this long to fuck and that shit wasn't 'bout nothin' (Huh)
Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here rushin' (Chopper here rushin')
Dior shirt with the collar, the car got a button
Brother waiting on appeal and I'm waiting on the pills
He ain't doing time release, play with the towel at least
Streets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eat
Snakes in the grass, I cut up the lawn (Lawn)
One they ain't see though, I took 'em to prom (Prom)
Fuck taking a risk, rather take off your arm (Take off your arm)
They ain't want me to blow, they tried take off my bomb (Take off my bomb)
He let off two shots and got hit with a drum (Hit with a drum)
Child support, lot of these n***as my sons (Sons)
Strip 'em for it, it's cool, I pay them in ones
Convicts, robbers and shooters in foreigns (Okay)
I don't need an entourage, I don't need a bunch of rods to walk 'round in my city, that shit weird (That shit weird)
In the rear view, seen 12 and I switched gears (Gears)
I know a booster who move, she won't sit still
I can't wait, I go get it, Tyreek Hill
Last week had a ménage like Meek Mill
Ridin' 'round with a carbon, no serial
Quarter ticket off a flip phone, no seal
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Big Yavo]
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee)
Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring)
I know a n***a that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustler who just let the door swang (Door swang)
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Shit, Big Yavo tryna make him an M off an iPhone
Back then, they ain't want me like Mike Jones
The gas I'm havin' is stronger than Lysol
I'm tryna see what I'm doin' , let me fuck with the lights on
Straight, that shit ugly, I'ma fuck with the lights off
In Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sock
I got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rock
Bitch, it’s my time like a G-Shock
Bitch, if you wastin' my time, I'm takin' your watch
Shooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' them out"
He don't even want him no money, he want him a reason
He keep him a rocket like Trevor Ariza
He wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you sneezin'
Wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you beefin'
We'll beat on a bitch, still'll say we ain't see shit
Bag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticket
Ayy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matter
I keep my heat, Glock forty, I feel like Hell
I still'll sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapper
The reaper inside of my ear, and he doin' the most
I ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' them close
I just might paint my hard today, turn to tears
Pourin' green in my Sprite, I'ma turn to tea
He play it cool but I'm burnin' him still
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee)
Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring)
I know a n***a that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustle who just let the door swang (Door swang)
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rod
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

[Outro: Big Yavo]
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat