Rodman City Lyrics

Rip lil Jo, Rip Jo Jo, steady gunning Nigga

Paint the city red, about my brudda Nigga

Hop up out the truck, with them Rods, for some shit you got

Niggas envy, niggas bitches

Paint the city like I'm Rodman

I had to tell my youngin', hold up boy Don't do that nigga

Capping what? Capping where?Nigga we quiet with this shit

Just hung up the phone with Qua Pushing P, pushing pound plays

Pressing one for collect calls, like Waddup' my nigga, the fuck going?

I'm starting to dislike social media Cause' these niggas hoes

But my main hoe from Carolina Don't even hit the phone

I'm done with your bullshit, hood Bitch, whipping dope

Eviction notice on the door, I think They smelled the shit

Serving sandwich bags, 3.5 what you Want baby?

Apartment stinking, whipping pot Sprained joint, no training sports

Griselda trapping, swerving with this Big ass stick on me

Anna on his chest, like what the fuck You said my nigga huh?!

I ain't into that, ain't none of that Like checkmate how a nigga moving

Four pockets full up in my grandma House

Done stacked up on that dirty money

I ain't beefing with no nigga, feel a Type of way then fuck you

Putting money on Jpay, like free who Matter nigga

Chasing commas like I'm Larry Page

I make that mac flow

Ain't no killer, think shit sweet Marlow Mike yo soul go

Hop up out the truck, with them Rods, for some shit you got

Niggas envy, niggas bitches

Paint the city like I'm Rodman

I had to tell my youngin', hold up boy Don't do that nigga

Capping what? Capping where? Nigga we quiet with this shit

Just hung up the phone with Qua Pushing P, pushing pound plays

Pressing one for collect calls, like Waddup' my nigga, the fuck going?

I'm starting to dislike social media Cause' these niggas hoes

But my main hoe from Carolina Don't even hit the phone

Let's ride nigga, he heard that bang Nigga, I'm full of pain nigga

Playing up in my face that's Disrespectful but you showed your Colors

I'm sick of lies, I'm blocking shit like NBA, I ain't telling shit like the NDA

I seen a nigga sing like Stevie in the Feds room, you broke the code nigga Repping like you like that

I ain't want you for the leave, it's like You got repoed, swinging through The night like Batman, vanish in a Snap of time

Police sirens through the night Another boy got caught like damn

Fuck a knee, we neck deep in these Trenches, militant, got army guns Stuff it in my denim jeans, the fuck is Up

I'm a nigga like you niggas, stand on Business too

With that pussy shit, don't hit my Phone, I ain't hearing shit

Gang nigga

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Aye Double G shit