rodeo dr

Yeah

And I'm right back on Rodeo

Still got some boys on the payroll

You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah)

She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah)

Helpin' the P out, so bring me them 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)

If a nigga 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 niggas that thinkin' we hoes

Don't do no explainin'

Don't know what you thinkin', but you help a young nigga 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 niggas know

I been puttin' that shit on

Showin' these boys how to dress

And get fresh and pull up with the hoes (Yeah)

Don't care 'bout no nigga 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 nigga with internet jokes (Yeah)

Fuck this shit, 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

Gunna back up early morn'

Bad bitches passin' me robes (Yeah)

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 niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah)

She with a P in LA at the condo

We 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah)

Helpin' the P out, so bring me them 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)

If a nigga 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

Nigga, 'cause we goin' at it (Yeah)

I know some niggas locked up in the dungeon

That say they feel me like a fabric (Yeah)

I know you heard I been pullin' up pressin' these niggas who claimin' I ratted (Yeah)

And been all on the yacht with my motherfuckin' 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' shit else for granted (Nah)

All this shit cost, it ain't nothin' for free in this shit

So, yeah, I gotta have it (Yeah)

Yeah, it's the young Gunna Wunna

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 niggas 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 niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah)

She with a P in LA at the condo

We 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah)

Helpin' the P out, so bring me them 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)

If a nigga wan' talk out the side of his neck

I just let his BM come and swallow