Hear This - Rylo Rodriguez

I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin'

I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat

I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack

I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That

jewelry back)

I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like

that)

If you broke you need to hear this I’m motivation to get cash (Motivation to

get cash)

Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds)

They be postin' artilleries (For what?)

Them niggas bleed how we bleed (On God)

Got me running 'round with 2−23 (Yeah yeah)

We gon' put them boys on a few tees

Rolled a finger in my Backwood, got me ashin' candy

Who done seen yo cash?

I think she get that from her mammy

I’m just gon' slap these lil' hoes out and let you be romantic

They can’t believe what I’ve become, they wanted me to panic

Scars on my back and arms, days we rode the

know just how I’m doing, everything is everything

I know niggas who married the streets, 12 took they wedding rings

Why the D.A.

mad at me?

I don’t know this ho from campainging

And niggas sippin' more lean than me, gotta pour this shit up in every drink

Had a threesome with a white hoe and a red bitch, called it candy cane

'Fore the music, before this rap shit, in my city I been had a name

GMG, that’s still the gang

Much care 'til we meet again

I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin'

I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat

I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack

I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That

jewelry back)

I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like

that)

If you broke you need to hear this, have motivation to get cash (Motivation to

get cash)

Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds)

Ooh she got it all wrong

I go and buy her a home

All of my diamonds on

Fill up my styrofoam

You made me (Made me)

Why the hell you tell them people that?

That’s crazy (That's weird)

I’m bein' grateful, so if you really did, I’d thank you, no thank you, honestly

How long you think you run 'til you run in the danger?

(Bummy)

Bought this trench coat 'fore 'Rari first

'Cause his momma hungry and his daughter thirsty

I want the long miles when I come to work

I only come outside on Tuesdays and Thursdays

Made a quarter mil' off sellin' merch

We gon' fuck her but she want titties first

I don’t fuck with rappers, I don’t feel they verses

Tryna bury a nigga, only I fled the hearse

Yeah I dropped out but I done fucked some nurses (On God)

I’m dumpin' ashes out inside of a foreign

I’m out of town, I’ll be back in the morning (In the morning)

Picked the backend up, the frontend on guns (On pistols)

Ain’t no Father day 'cause I ain’t leavin' my son

I don’t give a fuck, I might just marry a nun (Marry a stripper)

In and out the courts, I’m startin' to feel like LeBron (Feel like LB)

I got choppas bigger than my opps

Glock extendo on the Glock

'Cause I know the cannon won’t jam

'Fore the coupe, still call her ma’am (Yes ma’am)

I know a nigga take fake pills, yeah Perc, huh

Riding 'round 2−2-3 like Draymond

Got niggas out in the pen, waitin' on my mixtape

We tryna hear 'bout ballin', nigga, don’t press play

I’m eating' candy, smokin' Hi-Chew, I’m still blessed

Mama, I pray

I been fuckin' hoes for a year straight but still don’t know where I stay

Bought a thousand Faygos, I can’t stop lean for some reason

I put the cash in my ear, they thought I wasn’t deep

I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin'

I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat

I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack

I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That

jewelry back)

I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like

that)

If you broke you need to hear this, have motivation to get cash (Motivation to

get cash)

Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds)

What’s up?

(Damn Kai you goin' crazy)