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Rylo Rodriguez - 85 Cutlass Lyrics

(These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii)
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)

'85 Cutlass, mine on Forgi' wheels
I come from Mobile
Niggas be actin' like they robbin' shit, but you home invasion still
Out they hood I'm passin' by the bridge, hurt me when I seen't lil' Nell
I done fed niggas who ain't feed me, you ain't never said you'll get the bill
How the hell you cut me off? You need me, couldn't pay you to keep it real
He ain't takin' pleas, so now it's free P, I pray he get his appeal
Took my nephew bottle to measure lean, but I'll never touch his bib
She was off of her clock, glad I ain't fucked her yet, I feel like Russell Wil'
All my young niggas spin out nothin' but strikers, can't look up the VIN
And you had played with my new feelings, girl, and I took that on the chin
Back from when Heavy died from a leg shot, he had took one to the shin
Lil' bro a scammer every time his B-day come, I gave him somebody's pin
Them fuck niggas killed our lil' brother, you want me to pay you for the spin?
I look at you as a bitch, I used to look at you as a man
Niggas in they feelings about a chain, I look at you as a fan
Niggas'll talk behind your back, get home, and at you on the 'Gram
Say he hate the sound of the jail doors closin', he coming up from years
It's to the point when you see the CO leave and he coverin' up his ears
In a place where you can't let 'em see you cry, he coverin' up his tears
His girl won't pick up, make him wanna scream, he should've went to Yale
Kinda hard to go to sleep when your bed feel like cement
Got you twenty-three and one, only the feds undefeated
If I had to diss some niggas to get a buzz, I don't need it
If that plea mean I take the stand, tell the judge I don't need it
Stupid ho, my grandma sayin' you 'posed to love all people
But I put a ticket on niggas' head, gram' when their hearts stop beatin'
Shot my dog, put pressure on his wound, my boy stopped bleedin'
Roger Williams Projects, I used to look up to Cool J and lil' one, easy
My main bro, he made one call to get off your pass
I bought codeine from a crackhead and told off her name
From the PJ, and the house look like a Bnb
Left her naked at the Hyatt, in the Regency
I woke up next to two hoes, don't know what's y'all name
My wrist on transportation, I went buss down plain
Went Patek here, no Cartier, and not one of us piss
Wifing no bitch, put my watch on, anniversary
Just counted a bun up, a knot in 'em, waitin' on the same gimmick
She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
Back of the Cullinan, I waste codeine on the sheets
I had ran it up now, I'm big bro to some niggas old as me
Just counted a bun up, a knot in 'em, waitin' on the same gimmick
She wanna fuck with my diamonds and French kiss my wrist
If you my bro and that's my opp, you're supposed to roll with me
Stepped on so many niggas' limbs, we got cold feet