[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Tattoo scriptures on my arm
Roll the Backwood on the Bible, I ain't seen you in a minute (Yee)
(Nah, I hear you)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I tattoo scriptures on my arm, I roll Backwoods up on the Bible
I can't kill you, I love yo' momma
You ain't my enemy, you my rival

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I know she was gon' fuck, I'm the littest n***a inside this building--- and wipe my dick off with a towel
My brother came home, can't lie, that prison traumatized him--- still got his slides on in the shower
Almost shed some tears when I heard the years they gave lil' Tootie 'cause he ain't cop out
He bought that hoe a AP but last night she was on my watch
Dreaming about a king-size bed, layin' on a cot
Locked up but I remember, I was just fuckin' bitches on the yacht
Now you locked up and if the jail run out of beds, you get a boat
D.A. screaming, "20", now you just tryna stay afloat
We gon' be forever stuck in the trap 'cause this a trap
I'm from where you kept them charges, now he got a record so he rap
Lil' bro too fly, know he paralyzed, now, he can't feel his back
My brother too fly, know he paralyzed 'em just for to break the crack
Cuz locked up, I bought him a Android, want 800 for a jack
Asked you wash my clothes, ain't go to the cleaners when it was Rhude, she say, "My bad"--- she lowkey piped
Different color Van Cleeves in the jewelry box, hoe gotta fuck with Wham
I can tell it's [?] in them PT's, won't buy no drink [?]
Long live lil' Heavy, used to hoop but I miss seeing him pass like Ben Simmons
Since he died, I think about him everytime I pass by, see a rim
Poured a zip inside a Faygo, it foam up, you shakin' too fast
Spent three thousand on Louis V coat, don't treat me like no outcast
Took a Uber, she come over askin' 'bout a hookah, I got the vape
I ain't Zelle her money, she curved me, that's her loss, I bought a drac
Talkin' 'bout Pampers, hoe reaching, he ain't miss, he just late
Livin' in the field, say he tryna ghost swipe, bought a jersey Leonard Fournette
Cuban link tryna crush a diamond, put a kilo' in the blender
They gon' send him right to confinement 'cause he told on a n***a
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I tattoo scriptures on my arm, I roll Backwoods up on the Bible
I can't kill you, I love yo' momma
You ain't my enemy, you my rival

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
My dawg killed my n***a, wonder how his momma feel, I'm saying, "Free a killer"
Lil' bro like, "Fuck this rap shit", he been playing with the Reaper
Put some money on a n***a head every time he go and do a feature
Wanna switch a n***a face, he do that, no one buy his sneakers
Sittin' courtside with a felon, I'm hittin' potholes in the Bentley
Lied and told you, "FN jammed", but I really seen it get emptied
Tryna put my main hoe in the friend zone
When she left, she text me, "Baby, what you doing?", this hoe gotta fuck with Nardo
She get the drive, fuckin' with a n***a like me and she late on her car note
Even though I felt her this time, so I help her this time
Crazy how my dawg got killed and he wasn't even lacking, he was on it, I promise--- he was careful this time
They killed Blood, Mike, and DeeDee at McDonald's, I wish I could've told him something--- "Go to Checkers this time" (Yee)