Yeah
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n#gg#s still sippin’ Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo, we ’bout to eat Maggiano’s (yeah)
Helpin’ the P out, I’m beamin’ on Narcos, thinkin’ I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m sellin’ out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (yeah)
Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto
You know that was always the motto (yeah)
It’s a n#gg# wan’ talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and swallow
Told my lil’ brother we pullin’ up spankin’ these n#gg#s that thinkin’ we hoes
Don’t do no explainin’, don’t know what you thinkin’, but you help a young n#gg# grow
You add up the ten rings on both of my fingers, I paid like six hundred or more (yeah)
Gave out so many bands and bought so many bangers, you ask and the real n#gg#s know
I been puttin’ that sh#t on, showin’ these boys how to dress
And get fresh and pull up with the hoes (yeah)
Don’t care ’bout no n#gg# been sendin’ me threats on the West, I get love from the Locs (yeah)
Let me turn back around and go back to a cell for a n#gg# with internet jokes (yeah)
f#ck this sh#t, I’m still doin’ it for Jeff and Lil Keed
And you know it’s R.I.P. to the Pope (yeah)
And my heart covered in Chrome, damn, they just now rockin’ Chrome
Half you lil’ spenders been doin’ it wrong, I never talk on the phone (nah)
He a clout chaser, they wanna be known, mad that we didn’t put ’em on (yeah)
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n#gg#s still sippin’ Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo, we ’bout to eat Maggiano’s (yeah)
Helpin’ the P out, I’m beamin’ on Narcos, thinkin’ I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m sellin’ out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (yeah)
Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto, you know that was always the motto (yeah)
It’s a n#gg# wan’ talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and swallow
You pick the fight, ain’t no way you can run from it, n#gg#, ’cause we goin’ at it (yeah)
I know some n#gg#s locked up in the dungeon that say they feel me like a fabric (yeah)
I know you heard I been pullin’ up pressin’ these n#gg#s who claimin’ I ratted (yeah)
And been all on the yacht with my motherf#ckin’ shirt off
Look at it, my whole body tatted (yeah)
Got the T-rex automatic
No, I ain’t signed to Atlantic (nah)
Bulletproof truck and it’s matted (yeah)
Ain’t takin’ sh#t else for granted (nah)
All this sh#t cost, it ain’t nothin’ for free in this sh#t
So, yeah, I gotta have it (yeah)
And I’m still the big P and a star like Dallas (yeah)
Back on the Addy
One of my diamonds a Patek (yeah)
I got these n#gg#s the maddest
I’m dressin’ up like a salad (yeah)
I sent his (yeah)
I sent his BM the addy
She done pulled up with no panties
In my Los Angeles palace (yeah)
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n#gg#s still sippin’ Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo, we ’bout to eat Maggiano’s (yeah)
Helpin’ the P out, I’m beamin’ on Narcos, thinkin’ I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m sellin’ out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow (yeah)
Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto
You know that was always the motto (yeah)
It’s a n#gg# wan’ talk out the side of his neck, I just let his BM come and swallow
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