[Intro]
That boy brown on my kid

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Rylo, how you blow up quick and take your n***as with ya?
Rylo, why you ain't locked up cause first night, you had hit her?
Rylo, why you got on Gucci, she not Keisha Davis
Rylo, how you pack the stadium out without Tom Brady?
Rylo, buy Dior like fruit, yeah I got all pairs
Rylo, why you turn his shooters into pallbearers?
Rylo, how you take losses and make up for it like Matt [?]
Rylo, I just knocked 'em off [?], what's your cashapp?
Rylo, why you make me pull up knowin' I'm on my period?
Lil' hoe, that don't mean you bleeding out your mouth is it?
Rylo, why you pull up sports car, like the fast and furious?
Rylo, had them jeans on [?], but these Amiris

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They dirty, I'm seeing he growing up having a bunch of money
They dirty, I know the killers the muderers turned to junkies
They dirty, I know some n***as that died who really deserved it
They dirty, I know some n***as with names that ran out of money
They dirty, I know youngins that sleep, and don't leave the block
They dirty, them shordies go crazy with dracs, don't need the Glocks
They dirty, house arrest, still come outside, they don't leave they box
They dirty, some n***as gotta pay the wolves not eat 'em up
They dirty, and we was up geekin', I caught me case in Atlanta
They dirty, I gave the Gucci store my line, they hit me when they get designer
They dirty, see we ain't finessing for all of our flights, you hang with a scammer
They dirty, know a n***a got 20 years for a gun, wasn't even his hammer
Every time you go to another n***a, see a n***a, say its his, but I know he a capper
They dirty, protect my brother with my soul, can't let nun' happen
They dirty, you let me leave, right here right now, we gone catch you in traffic
They dirty, gotta tip my hat to the n***as in the trenches who survivin'