Rylo Rodriguez – Pallbearers Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Al Geno, on the motherfuckin’ track

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care (They care)
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Sheddin’ tears)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (Used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers
Pallbearers (They is), pallbearers (It’s what they is)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Yeah)
Pallbearers (Yeah), pallbearers (Yeah, yeah)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
It’s been eight months, momma still can’t afford him a tombstone (Tombstone)
I know steppers who’ll come kill ya with no shoes on (No shoes on)
I know young niggas who pop Percs, then go and invade homes (Invade homes)
He was tryna make it to his bed, but he got laid on (He got laid on)
Micro-Draco sprayin’ (Yeah), at night, watchin’, blazin’ (Yeah, yeah)
All the opps like hotels (Yeah, yeah), them pussy niggas Days Inn (Yeah, yeah)
Fucked the ho in the DM, tryna meet by PM
Hunnid cars in line, it’s gettin’ normal to them (This shit’s normal)
Put three on both sides, it’s gettin’ normal to them
Black suits and ties, it’s gettin’ normal
Heard a nigga gettin’ tired of cryin’, it’s gettin’ normal (Talkin’ to the preacher, nigga)
These niggas keep dyin’, but shit is normal (Shit normal)
They shot him so many times, he got normal

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real (Can’t be that real)
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is (What they really is)
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Momma cryin’)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (They used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that, yeah)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry)
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
What it was this time, nigga?
Was it closed casket with him?
Set he from was full of hoes, boy knew some bad bitches
Set he from was full of hoes, got them niggas mad bitches (Them niggas mad)
If the vehicle full of hoes, green light ’em in traffic
They in church on Saturdays, shot the boy like heroin
Shot that nigga like Marion (Shawn Marion), he was shootin’ like cameraman (Like cameraman)
Every picture that he took, he had his automatic (Had his automatic)
But soon as they caught him slippin’, hit him with that ratchet
(7.62s) Hit him with Draco, we know (Heaven, won’t get you)
(Post him on Facebook, you won’t make a status no more)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real (Can’t be that real)
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is (What they really is)
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Momma cryin’)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (They used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that, yeah)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry)
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

Yung Bleu – On My Feet Again Lyrics

[Intro]
Al Geno on the
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus]
Put me on my feet again
If I lose it all, is we gon’ starve or we gon’ eat again?
Put me on my feet again (You gotta have my back like I got yours)
Every nigga need a spot, sit back and play your role
But if I’m down, I’m on my feet again (If I get down, I need you to pick me back up)
Put me on my feet again (Real shit)
Put me on my feet
You know this shit a gamble in these streets

[Post-Chorus]
I bought her a new Benz ’cause I just like how she ride
We can do this in private, ain’t tryna f**k up your vibe
Like how I feel on your thighs

[Verse 1]
You know I run these streets and you can’t go where I ride
It’s common sense, it ain’t science
This shit get dangerous and violent
If I don’t make it out
I just put some racks up in your bank account
On my feet again

[Chorus]
Put me on my feet again (Feet)
If I lose it all, is we gon’ starve or we gon’ eat again?
Put me on my feet again (You gotta have my back like I got yours)
Every nigga need a spot, sit back and play your role
But if I’m down, I’m on my feet again (If I get down, I need you to pick me back up)
Put me on my feet again (Real shit)
Put me on my feet
You know this shit a gamble in these streets

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch who gon’ take care the spot when the money get low
No, I want a bitch with some hustle, that way we’ll never go broke
Sometimes when I don’t have to answer this shit, you gotta give me your take
I’m taking care of the bills as long as you stack up your money and save
Had to study your ways to see if you solid, that’s why I know how to treat you
You know I have money, but you never ask me for shit, that’s why I keep you
Keep it gutter, support what I do, and be ready to ride whenever I need you
Hit the back of your neck, put my tongue on your breast, now you act like you havin’ a seizure, yeah
I wanna show you the world, talkin ’bout Egypt
Having sex on the sand, just you and your man by the pyramids of Giza
Most these hoes be skeezing, call when they need you, so I don’t never give them time of day
The way you ride just blow my mind away, yeah

[Chorus]
Put me on my feet again (My feet)
If I lose it all, is we gon’ starve or we gon’ eat again?
Put me on my feet again (You gotta have my back like I got yours)
Every nigga need a spot, sit back and play your role
But if I’m down, I’m on my feet again (If I get down, I need you to pick me back up)
Put me on my feet again (Real shit)
Put me on my feet
You know this shit a gamble in these streets

[Post-Chorus]
I bought her a new Benz ’cause I just like how she ride
We can do this in private, ain’t tryna f**k up your vibe
Like how I feel on your thighs

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I know what to do
Just hold on, I know this ain’t what you used to
And you ain’t fly the private plane ’til you met me
She vibe all night, you lookin’ sexy
Can’t hold it in, you got me f**kin’ in the back seat
It’s somethin’ about your loyalty that just attract me
Went to a Bentley from a taxi, you held it down
And all them bitches hatin’ how you ridin’ ’round now

[Outro]
Put me on my feet
If I lose it all, is we gon’ starve or we gon’ eat?
Put me on my feet
Every nigga need a spot, sit back and play your role
But if I’m down, I’m on my feet again

Yung Bleu – Those Games Lyrics

[Chorus]
Wanna hangout with your gang (Gang, gang, gang)
When I call you, we can’t hang (Call me, baby)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
(Al Geno on the track)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
Even let you rock my chain
You know this lovin’ ain’t the same
You know I don’t play those games
You know I don’t play those games

[Verse 1]
Bought a brand new Bentley coupe
You can bring your friends with you
Matter fact, leave them hoes at home
I want you all alone
I’ma get you alone and then go with my mood
If you ever cheat I’m makin’ the news
She 22 and she the truth
She 22 and she the truth
I told you that lil’ pussy got a hold on me
I trusted you so girl you bet’ not fold on me

[Chorus]
Wanna hangout with your gang (Gang, gang, gang)
When I call you, we can’t hang (Call me, baby)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
Even let you rock my chain
You know this lovin’ ain’t the same
You know I don’t play those games
You know I don’t play those games

[Verse 2]
Girl, I know you got my notification
Won’t answer calls, I’m poppin’ up without no notification
I might be over-complacent (I might don’t be thinkin’ clear)
Makin’ these changes, we coppin’ out
You’re makin’ different arrangements
But now I’m makin’ you famous (You famous now)
I’ll put you in this song ’cause I love ya
I’m to the street, nigga, I’ma thug ya
I wanna f**k you, I don’t wanna cuddle
I wanna pull up, I don’t wanna bug ya
Bitch, don’t play no game
Bitch, just say my name
Bitch, just say my name

[Chorus]
Wanna hangout with your gang (Gang, gang, gang)
When I call you, we can’t hang (Call me, baby)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
You know I don’t play those games (Play those games)
Even let you rock my chain
You know this lovin’ ain’t the same
You know I don’t play those games
You know I don’t play those games

[Outro]
Bought a brand new Bentley coupe
You can bring your friends with you (You can bring your friends)
Matter fact, leave them hoes at home
I want you all alone (I want you all alone)
I’ma get you alone and then go with my mood
If you ever cheat I’m makin’ the news (I’ll make the news)
I let her suck me out my shoes
Can’t play no games you know the rule
You used to call me when that nigga stressed you
You used to call me every time I text you