[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I left some blood in the streets, I can't forget about it
I know some youngins out the hood, they ready to kill about me
Deeper than rap, I'm really gansgter just like John Gotti
I helped me and you get racks, I set trends, sit there, watch 'em copy
I slut her out, these n***as wanna raw dog
Know she a ten, ain't cuff, I fucked with my dawg
Hard to make it out even if they good in baseball
No pool but that young n***a get geeked with 8Ball

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
My momma on ice, she tryna stay afloat
Gave away his Sprite but he had to sell Coke
And then again, they hit Lil' Tyrone, caught him with that ratchet
Every picture that he took, he had his automatic
Found out my cousin snake, I caught him up in ashes
I knew he was finna bite me, I still let it happen
I do it just like Nike in a pair of Air Maxes
Sleeping on the floor, they watched me blow up like a air matress
(I still let it happen)
(Sleeping on the floor, they watched me blow up like a air matress)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I left some blood in the streets, I can't forget about it
I know some youngins out the hood, they ready to kill about me
Deeper than rap, I'm really gansgter just like John Gotti
I helped me and you get racks, I set trends, sit there, watch 'em copy
I slut her out, these n***as wanna raw dog
Know she a ten, ain't cuff, I fucked with my dawg
Hard to make it out even if they good in baseball
No pool but that young n***a get geeked with 8Ball
[Verse: 901 TrapBoi]
You either legit or a felon
Stay solid or you telling
Lacking or keep your weapon
Like a Kappa, my young n***as stepping
This AR it give you a blessing
She freaky, you know I'ma test it
Prescription drugs, give it to her bestie
I done blew through a check, I ain't flexing
Play it calm, back to back in a second
I was serving in front of the reverend
It's a couple bands when I'm stepping
Glock .40 bitch, no Smith & Wesson
Left some scerts in the hood that I can't tell nobody
Fuck busting back, I'm busting first, can't let 'em read about me
And it ain't shit to send a hit, I keep some killers 'round me
I told that bitch give me some space, but keep her head by me
And I done put in so much work, fuck how they feel bout me
Ca-Cameras flashing when I pull up, fuck the paparazzi
(Ca-Cameras flashing when I pull up, fuck the paparazzi)
(And I done put in so much work, fuck how they feel bout me) (Trap)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I left some blood in the streets, I can't forget about it
I know some youngins out the hood, they ready to kill about me
Deeper than rap, I'm really gansgter just like John Gotti
I helped me and you get racks, I set trends, sit there, watch 'em copy
I slut her out, these n***as wanna raw dog
Know she a ten, ain't cuff, I fucked with my dawg
Hard to make it out even if they good in baseball
No pool but that young n***a get geeked with 8Ball
[Outro]
Raw dog
I fucked with my dawg
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah