Rylo Rodriguez - 85 Cutlass Lyrics
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85 Cutlass Lyrics Rylo Rodriguez
[Intro]
(These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii)
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
[Verse]
'85 Cutlass, mine on Forgi' wheels, I come from Mobile
Niggas be actin' like they robbin' shit, but you home invasion still
Ridin' through the hood, I'm passin' by the bridge, hurt me when I seent lil' Nell
I done fed niggas who ain't feed me, you ain't never said you'd get the bill
How the hell you cut me off, you need me? Couldn't pay you to keep it real
He ain't take a plea, so now it's free P, I pray he get his appeal
Took my nephew bottle to measure lean, but I'll never touch his bib
She was out for clout, I'm glad I ain't fucked her yet, I feel like Russell Wil'
All my young niggas spin out nothin' but strikers, can't look up the VINs
And you had played with my lil' feelings, girl, and I took that on the chin
Back when Heavy died from a leg shot, he had took one to the shin
Lil' bro a scammer, every time his B-day come, I give him somebody PIN
Them fuck niggas killed our lil' brother, you want me to pay you for to spin?
I look at you as a bitch, I used to look at you as a man
Niggas in they feelings about a chain, I look at you as a fan
Niggas'll talk behind your back, get home and at you on the 'Gram
He hate the sound of the jail doors closin', he comin' up some years
It's to the point when he see the CO leavin', he coverin' up his ears
He in the place where you can't let 'em see you cry, he coverin' up his tears
His girl won't pick up, make him wanna scream, he should've went to Yale
Kinda hard to go to sleep when your bed feel like cement
Got you twenty-three and one, only the feds undefeated (Nigga)
If I had to diss some niggas to get a buzz, I don't need it
If that plea mean I take the stand, tell the judge I don't need it
Still can hear my grandma sayin' you 'posed to love all people
But I put a ticket on a nigga head, gram, and they heart stop beatin'
They shot my dog, put pressure on his wound, my boy stopped bleedin'
Roger Williams projects, I used to look up to Cool J and Lil Weezy
My main bro, he make one call to get off your pains
I bought codeine from a crackhead and tore off her name
From the PJ, now the house look like a Bnb
Left her naked at the Hyatt in the Regency
I woke up next to two hoes, don't know what's y'all name
My wrist on transportation, I went bustdown plain
Went Patek here, no Cartier, nan' one of us piss
Wifin' no bitch, but my watch on anniversary
This candle Bond No. 9 and I'm waitin' on incense to get lit
She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
Back of the Cullinan, I waste codeine on the streets
I had ran it up, now I'm big bro to some niggas old as me
This candle Bond No. 9 and I'm waitin' on incense to get lit
She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
If you my bro and that's my opp, you supposed to roll with me
Stepped on so many niggas' limbs, we got cold feet
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