[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hit his windshield, door, roof, and we shoot the damn tire
Know we wish a n***a would like a campfire
We keep pistols in our laps but we ain't ran by you
Them n***as can't look inside the mirror, they lowkey vampires
No reflection in these diamonds, all of my shit flooded
If he a opp then take 'em out, treat them boys like garbage
And I left the bitch a rack, she blow me like a cartridge
They ain't have more shots than us, I don't even think the bar did
I know the feeling of stacking that paper up, ending back up with zero
I'm on the way to pick my cape up, I'm the neighborhood hero
Mobile, country boy, we shoot the craps, we don't know 'bout Cee-lo
Say that's yo' hoe but she like both of us, taking shit like Deebo
Can we just go with the motions...
Said you love me, fucked my dawg, when you know you're wrong
Twenty years to life, now his girl is his lotion
They didn't picture me this way, now they tryna photobomb