RODEO

(Rell On The Track) are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business Everybody immediately assumes you're Mobbed up Top down, chillin' in the summertime All I see is blue hundreds, bitch I'm colorblind The bitch say the p***y for me 'cause she know it's mine Nigga, I done ran through a Hundred like a hundred times Ridin down Rodeo in a Wraith You might as well say I'm out in space A thousand miles away and I Don't feel out of place I could see thе hate through these All-whitе buffs on my face I just counted up a hundred 'bout to count another hundred I ain't runnin' Dior runners I'm just fresh as shit Spray some of that Creed She wanna lick me like a peppermint Had to tell her move 'cause, bitch You can't spill this medicine All I do is preach on these beats I'm a reverend This lil' bitch a freak in the sheets, yeah She devilish i gotta have at least fifty Racks if I pop out How the fuck I got these Jordans On and they not out? These hoes raw, wanna f******u for a shoutout If I catch a case, we going to trial Ain't no cop out Nigga talk spicy, put some sauce on his taco Throw a nigga bitch back to him, Joe Flacco I told my ex-bitch, Take a seat I cuddle with the chopper every Time I go to sleep a nigga want smoke We gon' put him in a leaf I gotta leave them racks in the club On the floor when I leave I'm a real live P, come and go as I please Top down, chillin with a baddie Her friend with her and they both got a fatty Yeah, they cute But I'ma send these hoes to Cincinnati Don't slam the doors on This long-sleeve Caddy She wanna fuck me everywhere This lil' bitch a savage I guess I'm like a father figure Cause she call me daddy Her nigga think he got some racks But he never had 'em Old niggas hating on the youngins I ain't never understand it The hoes think I'm rude 'cause They say I ain't romantic You give me vibes, if you get in that room You gon' panic I'm smokin' on some za, no This weed ain't organic I got some fish scale in, not no salmon I got three cars parked Outside of the mansion You used to be that nigga in the hood, bro What happened? Ayy, ain't no Lululemon on me Rich as your big homie Get some head at the Coney It was boogers in my Rollie Then I switched to the AP Fit cost like eight G's All my niggas takin' shit to length We don't take pleas You would take a cold bitch to the mall I make her so pleased My young niggas takin' hit's They the A Team Fully on this Glock, seventeen Make it an eighteen You just started getting pape' in 2018 Lil' nigga (Rell) --- RODEO - DameDot