Rylo Rodriguez - 85 Cutlass lyrics

[Intro]
These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii
Let that shit ride, Eighty8

[Verses]
'85 Cutlass, mine on Forgi' wheels
I come from Mobile
Niggas be actin' like they robbin' s*it
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, brought him


To Medellín, but I'll never touch his bail
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 b**ch,
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 the 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