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[verse 1: young roddy]

i bet a real b-tch gon’ pick up when a real n-gga call girl
i’m tired as h-ll with no days off
that p-ssy good i might dose off

i bet a real b-tch gon’ stay there if her man get locked behind bars
homie call home like “what my son doin’? and keep my kitty cat warm for me”

i bet a real n-gga gone stand tall whenever times gettin’ mad hard
boy, we raised up on that g-code, its trap life like its legal

i bet a real n-gga gon’ take care of them kids, f-ck them broads
boy, its heartless out here, had to hustle
i don’t want none of that for my youngin’

like big cid i get money, til’ god callin’ my number
tryin to make it out of this jungle, smoke that la-li-la for my troubles
was flat broke, no stuntin, so that la-li-la a get money

them shots ringin’, they bustin’, got my block hot as a oven
i’m young rich and i’m famous
i can’t forget about thuggin’
they say i’m all the way buggin’, smoke that reefer all up in public
i’m l!ckin’ shots at them haters, stay the f-ck away from my huddle.
either way them hoes gon’ feel me, tell them n-ggas hate it or love it n-gga

[hook: young roddy]

you know…..n-gga you know
i’m tryin’ to see what her neck like
its jet life to my next life

you know…..n-gga you know
i been busy stacking that cake up
tryin’ to get my weight up

you know…..n-gga you know
i’m highed up on that good sh-t
i’m all about that “good sense”

you know…..n-gga you know
and they ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
if they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money n-gga

[verse 2: trademark da skydiver]

hol’ up, they know
when that loot get slim, they better lay low
me and the clique pop up like eggos
and lay ya b-lls down for that pay roll

i’m all about that cheddar…..pepper jack, alfredo
you won’t see manana, comin’ short of my pesos
now bad b-tches, i take those
aj beats, i slay those

lungs full of that k!ller, k!ller
i’m on fire like ray co
i drops bomb all on the track
they can’t handle my pay load

its mingo baby, i’m in beast mode
i only go by the g-code
i keep it trill with my people
i’m a lot this high, they equal

i’m on another level from these n-ggas, no, i can’t see you
stop worryin’ about what we do
these lame n-ggas so see through
got a lil older, and made some change now all of sudden you g too

i don’t think so
you still a lame-o
you gets no love, that’s how the game go
i remain o…g for sure, no l’s but who keepin’ score

kushed out and i’m sittin’ low
stackin’ grands, mackin’ hoes
talk is cheap to a n-gga like me
if you ain’t speakin’ ’bout that dough….n-gga

[hook: young roddy]
you know…..n-gga you know
im tryin’ to see what her neck like
its jet life to my next life

you know…..n-gga you know
i been busy stacking that cake up
tryin’ to get my weight up

you know…..n-gga you know
i’m highed up on that good sh-t
i’m all about that “good sense”

you know…..n-gga you know
and they ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
if they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money n-gga

- young roddy lyrics

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