Rodeo

I was just riding round town Rodeo Diamonds my neck so cold got fuego I'm in the streets tryna get to the Peso Stop at the red light that boy don't wanna face off I pop a pill and I'm ready for take off Look at the whips in the crib they all paid off He got a regular job gotta knock off The bitch hit me up said she wanna have sex I fill up my diamonds with water baguettes I remember the days in the Pho can't forget Yeah she giving me sloppy top yeah she making it wet Pull up i'm dropping the top off the ceiling Better pay me in full when I walk in the building He ain't popping no perky's he on penicillin I'm the neighbourhood hero she call me a villain I don't trust nun these niggas I role with a vest I slide in your hood and I aim for the chest In the Yo every night man I can't even rest Get the cash and I flip it that's how you invest Diamonds so black I call 'em Akon He a pussy lil nigga Bet he won't even say so Gotta roll with a stick Give that boy a C -Section F*ck the cops it won't stick Man I ride for my nigga I can't switch on the clique Try hit me with a lick Left that boy in a ditch With the gang we don't ride with no pussy no bitch ass nigga Pussy ass nigga couldn't even pull the trigger Riding round town give a opp middle finger I got designer on my body I'm rocking Tommy Hilfiger Bit90 I'm rocking the Tommy my bitch in the hills Look at my drip my nigga it might spill I'm shooting that nigga like I made a film I'm sippin' on drink yeah I'm poppin' the seal These niggas be cappin' we know they ain't real I'm counting up racks but I don't got no deal Can't talk to that bitch no I ain't Dr Phil I pull up that nigga start running like Bolt These niggas ain't real they don't know what it cost Yeah Bit90 gang no we can't take no loss She fucking with me cause I got the sauce She fucking with me cause I got a bag I pull up yeah I'm riding round town in a Jag Heard these niggas been acting they looking like Brad I pull up in a drop top whip Pull up in a drop top whip Illrose they know that I'm sick F*ck 12 I don't f*ck with that shit Got a Glock 45 on my hip In the trap yeah I feel like I'm TIP Yeah I got the packs in the bag I'm smoking gelato he smoking on swaz Talking that shit I might empty the mag Yeah I'm running from 12 gotta dash