2ski – free ralo lyrics
free ralo lyrics
[intro]
(d+mn, tye, you made this b+tch too?)
(the f+ck got into you?)
[chorus: 2ski]
n+gga run to the ‘gram to post his money, n+gga, stop it
only time you see my paper is when it’s bulgin’ out my pocket
tried to take it, bullets dunk up on your head like i named it rocket
broke and you hatin’, lil’ n+gga, where your profit?
[verse 1: 2ski]
when i made my first 10k, know i had to toss my wallet
n+gga underground stealin’ swag, should’ve started college
heard he was a big fan, but he can’t even give me a follow
came up sellin’ drugs and makin’ songs, n+gga, i’m feelin’ just like ralo
heard them boys been hatin’ so much, they can’t evеn get no sleep
bought her dinner just to f+ck, hеr baby daddy cheap
fresh just spilled a four, it look just like an oil leak
f+cked her, kicked her out, she made me mad, her p+ssy weak
hate a b+tch who talk too much, just f+ck you when i’m bored
f+cked her so d+mn good, she called my mans like, “why he ‘nore?”
went to f+ck another b+tch, told her i was at the store
i won’t spend no dime on you, lil’ b+tch, you just a wh0re
[chorus: 2ski]
n+gga run to the ‘gram to post his money, n+gga, stop it
only time you see my paper is when it’s bulgin’ out my pocket
tried to take it, bullets dunk up on your head like i named it rocket
broke and you hatin’, lil’ n+gga, where your profit?
n+gga run to the ‘gram to post his money, n+gga, stop it
only time you see my paper is when it’s bulgin’ out my pocket
tried to take it, bullets dunk up on your head like i named it rocket
broke and you hatin’, lil’ n+gga, where your profit?
[verse 2: veeze]
i don’t even be spittin’ game to hoes, they just offer (yeah)
f+ck and kick her out, she tried to stay until the morning (huh?)
put the yellow tape around the mall ’cause i chalked it
welcome to my house, green and yams like a market
keep her on her knees, i’m a king just like martin
my shoes cost a g, wear ’em once, then i parked ’em
i think brothers only got more guns than an army (yeah)
had the red, poured up in the cream, look like target (what the f+ck?)
who the f+ck got all the cough syrup? (ayy)
’cause i ain’t got my cup, i’m d+mn near lost for words
i can’t talk around these n+ggas, they some f+ckin’ mockingbirds (they some f+ckin’ mockingbirds)
got enough on me right now that i could go and buy a bird (brrt)
police pulled me over, said they smelled a lot of herb (huh?)
my ex+b+tch so d+mn messy, said i’ma get what i deserve (f+ck that b+tch)
a n+gga play with me, he gon’ be six feet down in earth
i’m a wavy navy baby, sorry, baby, i don’t surf (gang)
[chorus: 2ski]
n+gga run to the ‘gram to post his money, n+gga, stop it (stop it, n+gga)
only time you see my paper is when it’s bulgin’ out my pocket
tried to take it, bullets dunk up on your head like i named it rocket
broke and you hatin’, lil’ n+gga, where your profit?
n+gga run to the ‘gram to post his money, n+gga, stop it (stop)
only time you see my paper is when it’s bulgin’ out my pocket
tried to take it, bullets dunk up on your head like i named it rocket
broke and you hatin’, lil’ n+gga, where your profit?
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