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letra de jb & rod - li rye

[chorus]
at night i pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
i got too much sh-t going on, i’m getting too old for that
he say my name, won’t lift a finger, i got bros for that
if i ain’t tryna f-ck, but i wanna nut, then i got hoes for that, stupid n-gga
better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it (ar), n-gga
i’m the one that made that murder sh-t cool in the city
i love to open my mouth and talk my sh-t ’cause i got diamonds in it
i got three straps with me in traffic, b-tch, but i ain’t ridin’ with it
don’t like to smoke, i might just grab the blunt, b-tch, i be vibin’ with it
high as f-ck, i might just land on mars
i’m out in cali driving a redeye, i came from stolen cars
i’m still on percs and xanax bars
turnt up, b-tch, i’m ballin’ hard
up late, it’s just me and my rod
or i’m with jb and rod, them my boys

[verse]
in the ‘yo i’m with will, bird and bricks
we just hopped up out the ubеr with a stolen stick
why the f-ck you always clutchin’? you ain’t gon’ shoot it, b-tch
manman stole from mе, i let glock take his gun, they was tusslin’ and sh-t
the f-ck?
it ain’t go off, that sh-t luck
he made me mad, i get him plucked
on all these percs, i’m high as f-ck
clutchin’ bad, ain’t got it tucked
wake up fiendin’ like a cluck
knowing i need to get off this sh-t
ig model pull up late night, she gon’ eat the whole d-ck
tryna record this new ho, f-cked around and cl!cked the old fl!ck
these hoes don’t give a f-ck, they know i’m up, probably f-cked every b-tch
ayy, big bro been slidin’ for years, say he probably shot every stick
i done probably bought every bl!ck
wealthy stepper, rich as it gets, n-gga
know i like to slide, i fell in love with sending hits, n-gga
i ain’t the type to hide, i’m back seat ridin’, tryna blitz n-ggas
i catch you with that ho, then you gon’ die on side your b-tch, n-gga
ain’t never had no filter, p-ssy boy, know you a b-tch, n-gga
she like how i flow, say she wanna f-ck the g.o.a.t., li rye
i keep pourin’ all this lean for all my soldiers in the sky
late at night i’m in my feelings, yeah, sometimes i wanna cry
but i can’t never show no pain, until some more of these n-ggas die
why they droppin’ disses like they stand on business? n-ggas never slid
pay for sessions, go sit in the booth, rap ’bout what they brother did
every n-gga ’round me know for a fact that i’m gon’ rrt
every n-gga ’round me know for a fact that i’m gon’ rrt, b-tch
[chorus]
at night i pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
i got too much sh-t going on, i’m getting too old for that
he say my name, won’t lift a finger, i got bros for that
if i ain’t tryna f-ck, but i wanna nut, then i got hoes for that (ar), stupid n-gga
better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it, n-gga
i’m the one that made that murder sh-t cool in the city
i love to open my mouth and talk my sh-t ’cause i got diamonds in it
i got three straps with me in traffic, b-tch, but i ain’t ridin’ with it
don’t like to smoke, i might just grab the blunt, b-tch, i be vibin’ with it
high as f-ck, i might just land on mars
i’m out in cali driving a redeye, i came from stolen cars
i’m still on percs and xanax bars
turnt up, b-tch, i’m ballin’ hard
up late, it’s just me and my rod

- li rye

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