System Songtext
von Rylo Rodriguez
System Songtext
(Go crazy, AG)
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don′t give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin′ 'cause I ain't goin′ in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I′m Jalen Ramsey
Said he robbin', but he ain′t take a - yet
How the - you slime when you ain't snake a - yet?
Sister hatin′ 'cause I′m a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off
I′m the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount
Soon as -, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don′t count
Dissin', why they say that I don′t say, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I′m the same lil' - from the bricks, free Lil Pat
In the game, I run with - who ain′t a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a - told back
Bodies droppin′ back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil′ bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
Are they here? Who you famous
Back against the ropes, don′t trip out how I'm around Devin Haney
You -′ everybody, ain't it
Why the - you unfaithful? She ain′t even got shit
How the - you ungrateful? Made his sis call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
I look like buying a - a AP, that′s a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that′s like 80 lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like 80 times
Free the boys
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don′t give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin′ 'cause I ain′t goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Said he robbin′, but he ain′t take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
Sister hatin′ 'cause I′m a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil′ - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don′t give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin′ 'cause I ain't goin′ in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I′m Jalen Ramsey
Said he robbin', but he ain′t take a - yet
How the - you slime when you ain't snake a - yet?
Sister hatin′ 'cause I′m a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off
I′m the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount
Soon as -, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don′t count
Dissin', why they say that I don′t say, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I′m the same lil' - from the bricks, free Lil Pat
In the game, I run with - who ain′t a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a - told back
Bodies droppin′ back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil′ bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
Are they here? Who you famous
Back against the ropes, don′t trip out how I'm around Devin Haney
You -′ everybody, ain't it
Why the - you unfaithful? She ain′t even got shit
How the - you ungrateful? Made his sis call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
I look like buying a - a AP, that′s a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that′s like 80 lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like 80 times
Free the boys
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don′t give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin′ 'cause I ain′t goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Said he robbin′, but he ain′t take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
Sister hatin′ 'cause I′m a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil′ - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount
Writer(s): Rylo Rodriguez, Anthony Gargoura Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
