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ralo - young scooter & lyrics

[intro: young scooter & ralo]
(nard & b)
fam goon
you already know who the f-ck this is, young scooter
right now, you tuned in to that muhf-ckin’ diary of the streets, n-gga
uh

[verse 1: ralo]
i used to trap for some michael js (woo)
grabbing that pack out the microwave (skrrt)
i get whatever i like today (uh)
it got me feeling some type of way (ralo)
i put my b-tch in a range rover (range rover)
i used to trap in the same clothing (uh)
n-ggas be acting like they ain’t know me (woo)
n-ggas be acting like they ain’t owe me
mama told me “don’t ever trust ’em” (never trust ’em)
these n-ggas be undercover
hit the block and i make it double (uh)
i’m the missing piece to the puzzle (ralo)
fell in love with these hoes (uh)
i cannot f-ck ’em and go (uh-uh)
this sh-t is out of control (they told me let ’em go)
i get that deuce and i’m make it a 4
i take them chances [?] (woo)
i get your b-tch and i make her a ho (uh)
all of these b-tches want n-ggas with more (i promise)
none of this sh-t is not making me fold (uh-uh)
all of this sh-t is not making me bold (ralo)
i get the dope and make it explode
go in that bowl and make it some more ([?])
i put my b-tches in some red bottoms (red bottoms)
f-ck whatever they said ’bout them (woo)
she did not tell when the feds got him (uh-uh)
these n-ggas switched up on everybody (i promise)
i got more money than rappers do (rappers do)
i used to trap on the avenue (ralo)
i fell in love with that revenue
i got a life with a better view (i got a life with a better view)

[bridge: ralo]
(i got a life with a better view)
i’m at the top now (i’m at the top)
these b-tches can’t look down on me no more (uh-uh)
i promise you that (let’s do it)
(f-ck that, i’m goin’ back in) fam goon

[verse 2: ralo]
i told my n-ggas to never switch
never go out bad ’bout a b-tch (uh-uh)
be real, f-ck being rich
n-ggas with money be counterfeiting (i promise)
all of them b-tches that doubted me (doubted me)
gonna send me an apology (i’m sorry)
them n-ggas, they wanna follow me (uh-uh)
now they be sayin’ shout out to me (ralo)
ridin’ ’round in that h-llcat (skrrt)
remember when we had to sell crack (woo)
momma got drunk off a 12 pack (momma)
now i got spots, where the 12 at? (12)
i got that cheese and i fell back
tell them rats go tell that (tell ’em)
they askin’ where lil terell at (where he at?)
that lil’ n-gga don’t sell jack (that lil’ n-gga don’t sell jack)

[outro: ralo]
that lil’ n-gga don’t sell jack
ain’t gotta sell another muhf-ckin’ brick again in my muhf-ckin’ life
you dig what i’m sayin’?
ralo, fam goon

- ralo lyrics

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