HIT IT HARD

Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
On the road to riches with my bruddas right in front of me
I can't lie like when we fuck, I didn't want you to leave
I can't lie to you, that broke shit really humbled me
I can't lie, I drip like Dior came and sponsored me
I was thinking 'bout my old friends, shirts was on the clothespin
I bought some ice but it can't thaw out, shit forever frozen
Ridin' with more shots than the bar got, hope we don't catch a DUI
I watched niggas hide they rakes from me, old friends was tryna leave us
We been rolling loud like concerts
Wake up, open my eyes second, grabbed my gun first
Can't lay up with no freak, hell naw, Ion want no sucker shit
She can't let the gang fuck, she gotta let my brother hit
Think when she don't be with me, she don't be wanting to breathe, so I bent her over inside Airbnb
Streets a roller coaster, life ain't really fair as it seems
Ion even know I know you, sometimes I get carried off the lean
Remember we was rolling with no roof
I remember you was posting my music
I remember we was locked in, before you was a opp then, you don't even 'posed to be losing
Youn even 'posed to be dissing, watch somebody close to you go missing
Told 'em don't they bring our name up, motherfuck 'em, but don't blame us
Now we screaming we don't know none 'bout that