Relocate lyrics
by Rylo Rodriguez
[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
All this water on me can't dehydrate
All this money on me, we relo-
Yeah
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Trap them spots out then we relocate
All this water on me, can't dehydrate
Remember we ain't have no goal, me and G use to shoot in the crate
Thirty-two hoes, me and Cap pull up in the dunk like Blake
Always got my gun even when I'm out of state
b*tch say her period on so I'm gon' f*ck her face
My n*ggas robbin' sons like his name Nate
If it ain't about money then I don't really want no conversations
[Refrain: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hell nah we ain't never gone fill out no applications
I'm gon' fill up this bag, I don't fill out no applications
[Verse: NoCap & Rylo Rodriguez]
Gucci all my gear, I ain't talking Radric Davis
Only use my white girl for her mouth, I hope she don't think I'm racist
Bet that white b*tch pour up brown, she think it's segregation
Lil cuz got sickle cell, he still be pouring up medication
Still gon' take this meat even though she a vegetarian
Won't give that ho my heart even if it's February
Lil ho gon' be back broke right after February
No funeral for that money even though it is buried
95 Xans, Wallace Gilberry
You know we forever get that sack in
b*tch, I trap on Front Street for that backend
And I'm always faded, never sober
I keep stuffing money in my sofa
Won't bend, I won't break, and I won't fold up
b*tch thought I had dog food when I told her I'm with Rylo
My n*gga OG, he still scheming, he done fell in love with Wells Fargo
Still sell Promethazine, n*gga, f*ck the narcs
Big body benz truck, I couldn't even park
She ask me where the keys at? b*tch, it's push to start
[Refrain: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hell nah we ain't never gon' fill out no applications
I'm gon' fill up this bag, I don't fill out no applications
That young n*gga he got killed that was all retaliation
She f*ck my dog, I f*ck her friend that's all retaliation
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Trap them spots out then we relocate
All this water on me, can't dehydrate
Remember we ain't have no goal, me and G use to shoot in the crate
Thirty-two hoes, me and Cap pull up in the dunk like Blake
Always got my gun even when I'm out of state
b*tch say her period on so I'm gon' f*ck her face
My n*ggas robbin' sons like his name Nate
If it ain't about money then I don't really want no conversations