CorMill, these niggas sound crazy
[KC Ruskii]
Yeah, I done lied and cheated, I wouldn't trust me either
All the plays I caught, I should've been a receiver
I got some niggas locked in, I got some brothers in the ground
I pour a four in a two liter, codeine, my phone might drown
And no matter where I'm at I got some gas in the leaf
'Member when they killed Jay, was thirteen, still had a squeak
And we swept all the opps, we damn near a street sweeper
And we cannot forget, we damn near all need Jesus
I pour a pineapple Fanta out with my brother Rylo
We tryna stay out the system, yeah, we all duckin' five-o
Shots took for all my niggas gone, pour a lil' Remy
Should've seen his face when I pulled down in that hemi
I been that nigga, and I know that they doubt it
Yeah, this my bitch, and I can't leave out without it
Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS, and all your diamonds, they cloudy
And it's some gas in this 'Wood, you know we smokin' exotic
Can't leave my fam in the hood, nobody got 'em, I got 'em
I came straight out Hamilton, that's where I be
Young niggas on the paper route, but we not PRE
We got our sticks and we pull up inside of SUVs
This music crack, I keep my stash inside of USBs
Them goons robbin' shit at nighttime
Her pussy taken, but her throat mine
I want the neck just like a clothesline
Two twin Rugers and they both mine
[KC Ruskii & Kollision]
Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports)
Back in '15, was sixteen years old (Like I'm high, jumped off the porch)
Then '17, had that thing on go (And you get torched)
Through all this bling, all these things don't show (Yeah, yeah)
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it (Kollision)
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it (Feed the Family)
[Kollision]
'Bout my respect and my loyalty, I'll crash out 'bout it
I heard the opps walked him down and they ain't even ride 'bout it
I know my niggas, they gon' ride, won't stop until they Fox 5 it
I know some youngins with some guns older than them catchin' bodies
Instead of comin' to school, they committed to the state
No father figure around to wipe them tears off mama face
My dawg could've been a quarterback (Quarterback)
Instead he at the table sackin' quarter sacks
Tell you how I give your mom a heart attack
[KC Ruskii]
Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports)
Back in '15, was sixteen years old (Like I'm high, jumped off the porch)
Then '17, had that thing on go (And you get torched)
Through all this bling, all these things don't show (Yeah, yeah)
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it
[Rylo Rodriguez]
I show no love, that shit brought me pain, yeah
Go cheat on me, but not with the gang
I know rappers who still ain't got back they chains
Ride with the Drac' but it spit like Wayne
We drop them pints in the Mayweather, that's a low blow
I'm locked in with KC, pray they free JoJo
I know some killers who turned to rats, ain't get exposed though
I seen some niggas who wasn't homies turn to po-pos
That young nigga serve the eight-ball out his side pocket
I don't want my opps to take no pictures 'less they autopsies
I run with killers like 300, but we ain't Spartan
I leave the private show and rock it like I'm James Harden
Me and Kino got the same jewelry, we got the same lawyer
Cartier tint, fourteen Ray Bans, I tell you
They call me Rylo, but I don't sell dog food
I pull up i8 without touching no food
I'm from the hood, ran some racks up, I'm 'posed to
[KC Ruskii]
Okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (Yeah, all about the sports)
Back in '15, was sixteen years old (Like I'm high, jumped off the porch)
Then '17, had that thing on go (And you get torched)
Through all this bling, all these things don't show (Yeah, yeah)
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it
If you call me brother, make sure you gon' die with me
He an undercover, he can't even ride with me
Grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
Bitch, I'ma up a stick if you think 'bout tryin' it
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