I be
Yeah yeah ok
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Bro name in the Jungle but he still in chains
This ain't EA Sports I ain't tryna run games
Rather busy down a bring than buy a busy down chain
Tired of these bust down niggas throwing dirt on my name
Still a project nigga ain't a damn this change
Still drag my nuts let both of em hang
This a G-Star tee iont' wear no Hanes
Got 30 in the clip you don't need no aim
I'm just hear for the money y'all can keep the fame
Im a real street nigga this shit run in my veins
Tag teamed in the car but we still a run a train
When I'm done with this shit they gon' remember my name
What you know about the struggle
What you know about the pain
Gave my nigga 50 years he was only 19 we gon' charge it to the game
I drink way too much lean baby don't get mad if iont' remember your name
Montclair for the tee
Cartier for the frames
My money so dirty but I look so clean
Came up off of caine I was serving them fiends
In the booth with Jesse James we ain't playing no games nah
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Lor Smoke - Free Ralo Lyrics
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I be
Yeah yeah ok
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Bro name in the Jungle but he still in chains
This ain't EA Sports I ain't tryna run games
Rather busy down a bring than buy a busy down chain
Tired of these bust down niggas throwing dirt on my name
Still a project nigga ain't a damn this change
Still drag my nuts let both of em hang
This a G-Star tee iont' wear no Hanes
Got 30 in the clip you don't need no aim
I'm just hear for the money y'all can keep the fame
Im a real street nigga this shit run in my veins
Tag teamed in the car but we still a run a train
When I'm done with this shit they gon' remember my name
What you know about the struggle
What you know about the pain
Gave my nigga 50 years he was only 19 we gon' charge it to the game
I drink way too much lean baby don't get mad if iont' remember your name
Montclair for the tee
Cartier for the frames
My money so dirty but I look so clean
Came up off of caine I was serving them fiends
In the booth with Jesse James we ain't playing no games nah
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Yeah yeah ok
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Bro name in the Jungle but he still in chains
This ain't EA Sports I ain't tryna run games
Rather busy down a bring than buy a busy down chain
Tired of these bust down niggas throwing dirt on my name
Still a project nigga ain't a damn this change
Still drag my nuts let both of em hang
This a G-Star tee iont' wear no Hanes
Got 30 in the clip you don't need no aim
I'm just hear for the money y'all can keep the fame
Im a real street nigga this shit run in my veins
Tag teamed in the car but we still a run a train
When I'm done with this shit they gon' remember my name
What you know about the struggle
What you know about the pain
Gave my nigga 50 years he was only 19 we gon' charge it to the game
I drink way too much lean baby don't get mad if iont' remember your name
Montclair for the tee
Cartier for the frames
My money so dirty but I look so clean
Came up off of caine I was serving them fiends
In the booth with Jesse James we ain't playing no games nah
I be selling dog food like I'm Ralo
I'd lie for my dawg with my hand on the Bible
AMG Benz I be swerving I'm riding round' dirty this strap right beside me
We keep them sticks like it's hockey
I ain't got no kids but she cause me papi
I guess that you are what you eat
You couldn't walk in my shoes you couldn't afford what I got on my feet
I flew to Cali and purchased some P's
I got this trappin' shit down to a T
I don't want f*ck told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don't know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont' know Lil Baby but this pure cocaine
Writer: Jonathan Black
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