Rylo Rodriguez - For Me ft. Yo Gotti Lyrics

#Lyrics

(Nile, I hear you)
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)

Its the wockhardht came with no cut for me
Its the glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse ain't fuck for me
Its the ass shots you got in the butt for me
It's the How you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges & gettin bonds for me
Its the I only flex when I get loans for me
Its the scamming hoe I fuck for some phones for me
Its the roley for me
Its the patek for me
Yea I'm goin up go get a ladder for me
Yea I'm pouring up 3 in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
Ion give a fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in
I'm mad that I fuck that hoe she got some bad friends

Its the braggin on your pussy when I get in it you runnin for me
Fuck up her hair do her then buy her some weave
Yea she bad but she get naked for weed
Its the way you gotta crank up the lamb for me
It's the putting guns on the gram for me
Met a hoe from chiraq said she knew a lil Reese
I'm making moves and ain't renew her the lease
Foot on they neck got my hands on a check
I ain't takin a Bet unless they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I made money in the pandemic
Paramedics they dying for attention check pulse
You might die with that smoke
You might die with that post
Don't play with us you just might die with that joke
You better Check her (not me) u gonna die over that hoe
In my city you lack you gonna die over that smoke

Its the wockhardht came with no cut for me
Its the glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse ain't fuck for me
Its the ass shots you got in the butt for me
It's the How you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges & gettin bond for me
Its the I'm only flex when I get loans for me
Its the scamming hoe I fucked for some phones for me
Its the roley for me
Its the patek for me
Yea I'm goin up go get a ladder for me
Yea I'm pouring up 3 in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
Ion give no fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in
I'm mad that I fuck that hoe she got some bad friends

I matted the patek
She sent me the addy I pull up this ZO6 matic
This ain't from rapping, this shit out the attic
I'm moving the package
I keep it So g ain't no lies from me
Damn the bitch bad it's the eyes for me
Why she standing like that its the thighs for me
And she get money its the grind for me
She don't see no hoes ya she blind for me
Strap an a permit do the crime for me
Partner in the feds doin a dime for me
J in the kitchen cooking 9's for me
And I ain't never pay a nigga to slide for me
Why not?
Cause its the heart for me
Pull up in the hood with so much work
And I ain't never thought bout nan nigga Robbin me
Its the turquoise rarri on forgi"s for me
2 bitches having Orgy's with me
Price right plug been spoiling me
They'll get em to yo door like amazon prime
Every time you beef one of ya home boys dying
Every time you post your captions be lying
Need to live yo life quit trying to live mine
Cause that ain't what's poppin to me
Its the profit for me
Pop out and re-up again
My bitches a 20 2 tens
And I don't do friends I prefer enemies
Least I know what these niggas plan to do to me
Crib in the suburbs but its really the trenches for me
Master bedroom cold but really its the kitchen for me

Its the wockhardht came with no cut for me
Its the glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse ain't fuck for me
Its the ass shots you got in the butt for me
Its the How you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges & gettin bond for me
Its the I'm the only one flexing when I get loans for me
Its the scamming hoe I fucked for some phones for me
Its the roley for me
Its the patek for me
Yea I'm goin up go get a ladder for me
Yea I'm pouring up 3 in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
Ion give no fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in
I'm mad I fuck that hoe she got some bad friends