Taylor Port Junkie-Rylo Rodriguez/Lil Yachty

作词 : Rylo Rodriguez 作曲 : Rylo Rodriguez (Your discretion) (It's your discretion, yeah) (Your discretion) This my life, I'ma do what I want Bank account on NBA, I'm sittin' courtside (Yeah) New one plastic, put some titties on a four-five Talkin' to him 'fore his trial, pray he beat his charge Call my phone, I ain't with the with the textin', I ain't C.J. Stroud [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] This a six-figure vehicle Still park it on the front street I'm a ******* drinker She a Taylor Port junkie Soon you touch down, pick a pill I'm way higher than you Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah You don't even post none of you Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19" All the pretty girls love 42 [Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez] Where you been? Coincidence I'm always in the same club that you in I let you in But you let me out the same door you came through Wonder who else done got these recordings of you Wonder who else done got these same portraits of you Won't force it on you, no abortions on you Head game cold, I put a North Face on you They doubted a nigga, I'm still up in the hood though I made it out this shit You never felt money, I ain't see the drought, pull up like I committed Shot niggas, hit the courtroom, have a lot to say Been a minute since I brought this watch out so I'll be out the way I done lost it all before, I know how it feel, for real Tryna put a play together just to make sure that we all rich Been knew I was the one, I come through rockin' Kapital Get the baby wipes, I done filled the Goyard bag with dog **** (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Yachty] This a six-figure vehicle Still park it on the front street I'm a ******* drinker She a Taylor Port junkie Soon you touch down, pick a pill I'm way higher than you Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah You don't even post none of you Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19" All the pretty girls love 42 (Hm) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Doggy trim, so they pulled him from the pin like grenade All these hoes fake fruity like Minute Maid (Yeah) She turned box, realize her ex-nigga had a ***** (Hm) Cops pulled us over, I started sweatin', I had a fully (Frrp) I give you a million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie Invest a quarter at my tables, light his chairs like I'm chilly At twelve o’clock, I had that **** goin' up like a wheelie (Yeah) Her and her friends wanna **** me off a P-P-P-P-P (Damn) Man, these niggas made you act just like an arcade (Hm) Put a bad ***** in a Rolls and let her stargaze (Yeah) Took her out her jurisdiction like a cop chase (Huh) **** them niggas, what they on? I'm on a mission (The ****?) You think I treat my baby mama like I'm Tristan? (Damn) They Twitter talkin, they treat life like a fiction Everybody 'round me get to blitzin' (Brrt) [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] This a six-figure vehicle Still park it on the front street I'm a ******* drinker She a Taylor Port junkie Soon you touch down, pick a pill I'm way higher than you Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah You don't even post none of you Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19" All the pretty girls love 42