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li rye - jb & rod lyrics

[chorus]
at night i pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
i got too much sh+t going on, i’m getting too old for that
he say my name, won’t lift a finger, i got bros for that
if i ain’t tryna f+ck, but i wanna nut, then i got hoes for that, stupid n+gga
better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it (ar), n+gga
i’m the one that made that murder sh+t cool in the city
i love to open my mouth and talk my sh+t ’cause i got diamonds in it
i got three straps with me in traffic, b+tch, but i ain’t ridin’ with it
don’t like to smoke, i might just grab the blunt, b+tch, i be vibin’ with it
high as f+ck, i might just land on mars
i’m out in cali driving a redeye, i came from stolen cars
i’m still on percs and xanax bars
turnt up, b+tch, i’m ballin’ hard
up late, it’s just me and my rod
or i’m with jb and rod, them my boys

[verse]
in the ‘yo i’m with will, bird and bricks
we just hopped up out the ubеr with a stolen stick
why the f+ck you always clutchin’? you ain’t gon’ shoot it, b+tch
manman stole from mе, i let glock take his gun, they was tusslin’ and sh+t
the f+ck?
it ain’t go off, that sh+t luck
he made me mad, i get him plucked
on all these percs, i’m high as f+ck
clutchin’ bad, ain’t got it tucked
wake up fiendin’ like a cluck
knowing i need to get off this sh+t
ig model pull up late night, she gon’ eat the whole d+ck
tryna record this new ho, f+cked around and cl!cked the old fl!ck
these hoes don’t give a f+ck, they know i’m up, probably f+cked every b+tch
ayy, big bro been slidin’ for years, say he probably shot every stick
i done probably bought every bl!ck
wealthy stepper, rich as it gets, n+gga
know i like to slide, i fell in love with sending hits, n+gga
i ain’t the type to hide, i’m back seat ridin’, tryna blitz n+ggas
i catch you with that ho, then you gon’ die on side your b+tch, n+gga
ain’t never had no filter, p+ssy boy, know you a b+tch, n+gga
she like how i flow, say she wanna f+ck the g.o.a.t., li rye
i keep pourin’ all this lean for all my soldiers in the sky
late at night i’m in my feelings, yeah, sometimes i wanna cry
but i can’t never show no pain, until some more of these n+ggas die
why they droppin’ disses like they stand on business? n+ggas never slid
pay for sessions, go sit in the booth, rap ’bout what they brother did
every n+gga ’round me know for a fact that i’m gon’ rrt
every n+gga ’round me know for a fact that i’m gon’ rrt, b+tch
[chorus]
at night i pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
i got too much sh+t going on, i’m getting too old for that
he say my name, won’t lift a finger, i got bros for that
if i ain’t tryna f+ck, but i wanna nut, then i got hoes for that (ar), stupid n+gga
better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it, n+gga
i’m the one that made that murder sh+t cool in the city
i love to open my mouth and talk my sh+t ’cause i got diamonds in it
i got three straps with me in traffic, b+tch, but i ain’t ridin’ with it
don’t like to smoke, i might just grab the blunt, b+tch, i be vibin’ with it
high as f+ck, i might just land on mars
i’m out in cali driving a redeye, i came from stolen cars
i’m still on percs and xanax bars
turnt up, b+tch, i’m ballin’ hard
up late, it’s just me and my rod

- li rye lyrics

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