Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Durk - RaRa lyrics

That boy brown on my kid

Rylo, how you blow up quick
And take your niggas with ya?
Rylo, why you ain't locked up
Cause first night,  you had hit her?
Rylo, why you got on Gucci
She not Keisha Davis
Rylo, how you pack the stadium out
Without Tom Brady?
Rylo, buy Dior like fruit
Yeah I got all pairs rylo, why you turn his
Shooters into pallbearers?
Rylo, how you take losses and make
Up for it like Matt
Rylo, I just knocked 'em off
What's your cashapp?
Rylo, why you make me pull up
Knowin' I'm on my period? Lil' hoe
That don't mean you bleeding out
Your mouth is it?
Rylo, why you pull up sports car
Like the fast and furious?
Rylo, had them jeans on, but these Amiris

Ay Durk, i'm seeing he growing up having
A bunch of money ay Durk
I know the killers the
Muderers turned to junkies ay Durk
I know some niggas that died
Who really deserved it ay Durk
I know some niggas with names
That ran out of money
Ay Durk, I know youngins that sleep
And don't leave the block
Ay Durk, them shordies go crazy with dracs
Don't need the Glocks
Ay Durk, house arrest, still come outside
They don't leave they box ay Durk
Some niggas gotta pay the wolves
Not eat 'em up
Ay Durk and we was up geekin'
I caught me a case in Atlanta
Ay Durk, I gave the Gucci store my line
They hit me when they get designer
Ay Durk, see we ain't finessing
For all of our flights
You hang with a scammer
Ay Durk, know a nigga got 20 years for a gun
Wasn't even his hammer
Every time you go to another nigga
See a nigga, say it's his
But I know he a capper
Ay Durk, protect my brother with my soul
Can't let nun' happen
Ay Durk, you let me leave
Right here right now
We gone catch you in traffic ay Durk
Gotta tip my hat to the niggas
In the trenches who survivin'