Текст песни For Me (feat. Yo Gotti) - Rylo Rodriguez feat. Yo Gotti

It′s the Wockhardht came with no cut for me
It's the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It′s the how you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It′s the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges and gettin′ bonds for me
It's the I only flex when I get loans for me
It′s the scamming, ho, I fuck for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me
It′s the Patek for me
Know I'm goin′ up, go get a ladder for me
Yo, I'm pouring up three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn′t make the show he got the pack in
I′m mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends
It's the braggin′ on your pussy when I get in it you run it for me
Fuck up her hairdo and buy her some weave
Yeah, she bad but she get naked for weed, ayy
It's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me
It′s the putting guns on the 'Gram for me
Met a ho from Chiraq said she knew Lil Reese
I′m making moves that gonna renew her the lease
Foot on they neck got my hands on a check
I ain't takin a bet 'less they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I made money in the pandemic
Paramedics, they dying for attention, check pulse
You might die over that note
You might die over that post
Don′t play with us, you just might die over that joke
You better check her, that mean you gon′ die over that ho
In my city, you lack, you gonna die over that smoke
It's the Wockhardht came with no cut for me
It′s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain′t fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It′s the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges and gettin' bonds for me
It's the I only flex when I get loans for me
It′s the scamming, ho, I fuck for some phones for me
It′s the Rollie for me
It's the Patek for me
Know I′m goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yo, I′m pouring up three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn′t make the show he got the pack in
I'm mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends
For me, it's the Patek
She sent me the addy, I pull up this ZO6 ′matic
This ain′t from rapping, this shit out the attic
I'm moving the package
I keep it So G, ain′t no lies from me
Damn, that bitch bad, it's the eyes for me
Why she standing like that? It′s the thighs for me
And she get money, it's the grind for me
She don′t see no hoes, yeah, she blind for me
Strap and a permit, do a crime for me
Partner in the feds, doin' a dime for me
J in the kitchen cooking 9s for me
And I ain't never paid a nigga to slide for me
Why not?
′Cause its the heart for me
Pull up in the hood with so much work
And I ain′t never thought bout nan nigga robbin' me
It′s the turquoise 'Rari on Forgis for me
Two bitches having an orgy with me
Price right, plug been spoiling me
They′ll get 'em to your door like Amazon Prime
Every time you beef, one of your home boys dying
Every time you post, in your caption be lying
Need to live your life, quit trying to live mine
Because that ain′t what's poppin' to me
It′s the profit for me
Pop out and re-up again
My bitches twenty, two tens
And I don′t do friends, I prefer enemies
Least I know what these niggas plan to do to me, yeah
Crib in the suburbs but really it's the trenches for me (yeah)
Master bedroom cold but really it′s the kitchen for me
It's the Wockhardht came with no cut for me
It′s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain′t fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep catching charges and gettin′ bonds for me
It′s the I only flex when I get loans for me
It's the scamming, ho, I fuck for some phones for me
It′s the Rollie for me
It's the Patek for me
Know I′m goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yo, I′m pouring up three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn't make the show he got the pack in
I′m mad that I fucked the ho, she got some bad friends
For me