ROD3O Lyrics

Bad bitch down for the come up

That nigga chain copper he the police

Like I ain't been around but she know me

I can break a bitch off it's a hoe fee

I can make it flip front ways back way dat way, got the bitch lost what she told me

I just told the plug meet me there, beat you there halfway, got enough sold you can OD

Hop out the V to the J

I ran the strip ain't no divvy no piece of the cake

I pulled a freak from the bay

Came here with bae but I bet you ain't leaving with bae

Fuck up the bag this summer

Let her spend the night I done lost a whole hunnit

Ain't jockin Lil Baby goin out like no sucker, yea

Silk press he ain't no butter, yea

Uh oh the bag done doubled

Bad lil bitch with a fat lil bubble

If you look out the side

Do it without the pride

Imma pimp out the ride when I pimp out the hive

Like what's a cool hunnid

Can't see where I stay and the coup by the crib

Look all this new money

How can I be stable the horses ain't dead yet

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Rodeo

Imma have fun with the shit

Imma have fun with the bitch

Yeah imma have brunch with the bitch

Damn, I almost fell in love with the bitch

My nigga fell in love with the brick

My nigga trade his gun for a stick

Whatever you can fund you can get

Like would you pay a bum or the rich

Hop out the vip witcho lil baby sister

She lemony snickering licking her lips

Got her dribbling dribbling cop me a

Fe-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe feel is you feelin me?

Droppin the top and I swear that I I'm droppin her off but she killin the head call her Kennedy

Maybe it's a disconnect like her internet off

Maybe I just ain't feeling your energy

I ain't got time for the bitch

Nigga made her back off now I'm back on

And you know I be supplied with a vixen

We make noise like clap on clap off

Ain't mean to get ya citch cracked no crouton

I thought a fuck nigga said that he knew Von

That's what they said to me

She was just head to me

That bitch is dead to me

Fronting's a felony

Check on my pedigree

Breakin the bank

Nigga like fuck what you think

Nigga get one in the paint

All sinners repent

Dwelling on time that was spent

God put one in the head

Now one nigga dead

Lies get put into bed

How's that young nigga fed

Like one of you niggaz gon pay

Don of the destined a nigga gon spray

He been up sippin and trippin this late

Over the chips no fritos he fly no mosquito but still gotta see a new day

He's willing to pray

Yeah this a hit, uh huh uh huh

He's with the shits, uh huh uh huh

He'll hit the safe, then hit the strip and hit ya bitch, uh huh uh huh