American lyrics

[Intro]
Al Geno on the track
Yeah these links on my neck Cuban

[Chorus: Rylo]
These links on my neck Cuban, they know I'm American
I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that b*tch through American
I sent a hoe through Southwest, Rylo why?, cause I ain't get the mouth yet
I watch his body drop and I fold back up a Kel-Tec
I'm from where they set they own n*ggas up to get robbed
Them n*ggas play, they all get fired up, but they don't got no job
Ever since I was a young n*gga, I fell in love with guns
Starting to think some of these n*ggas mixed with hot dogs how they keep getting bonds

[Verse: Rylo]
I don't wish jail on no n*gga, but you better not tell on no n*gga
I rock Diors like Pumas
I go to sleep inside the hall way before I care bout a rumor
I know Big Dave wasn't from Oklahoma, God, I just need you here sooner (Ay)
These hoes set you up for real now
I take the blue Roxy, no fentanyl
How the lil' n*gga got shows with no tape out?
Ion understand how a n*gga play gangsta when he get shot
n*gga burnt you, gotta go get ya lick back
Hi-Tec red, walk straight past six pack
Last year I was broke, I woke, I'ma fix that
f*cked ya hoe at ya house, she gave me a di*k ride
Hunnid round, drum on a draco
Can we go on a date? No
I tried to stop lean, ended up with a Faygo
I spent 5K on a fit, wore it on a Monday
I spent 5K on a fit, wore it on a Monday
Pyrex jeans, hoe we ain't broke
I gave her a X-pill what's up
Tryna get to the point ho lets f*ck
Won't take no pics n*gga back up
You broke number 12, need a back up
[?], no match up
New Cartier tints, these not Buffs
She scared I'm dawg, I play rough
Rolling, geeking off them pills, I can't rover
My friends thought I was on curfew how I was going in
Paid her for that pus*y, she don't even gotta moan
I paid her for that pus*y then I sent her home
If I tell you that I love you, I'd be in the wrong
Lil' hoe quit acting like you know me, you just know my songs
Backwood Runtz, if I smoke a blunt, gotta be VLone
Hunnid K, I don't give a f*ck, just to get him gone
Oh Ok, came in with a knife, I don't know whether to stab him or shoot him
f*ck 12, in the back of the police car, I told them b*tches to google me
This is my town, they cannot kill me
That ho from Chi-Town, I play Durk and Chief Keef
[Chorus: Rylo]
These links on my neck Cuban, but they know I'm American
I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that b*tch through American
I sent a hoe through Southwest, Rylo why?, I ain't get her mouth yet
I watch his body drop and I pour back up a kill-tec
I'm from where they set they own n*ggas up to get robbed
A n*gga play or get fired, but they don't got no job
Ever since I was a young n*gga, I fell in love with guns
Starting to think some of these n*ggas mixed with hot dogs how they keep getting bonds

[Verse: Quavo]
Woulda thought I had wheels with this perc, the way I rolled
Woulda thought I had a machine in my wrist, I scratched the bowl
When they told us keep them masks on, my n*gga said its a goal
Came from taking sh*t to kick doors
Got my hustle up and it showed
Told my n*ggas to spin and they go Beyblade
Back to back Benz, this a motorcade
Pullin up with [?] like who tryna skate?
Cartier, the lens clear, no shade
My Cuban link, it's that white emeralds, it ain't gone no color
She come 'round and call her sisters, but she ain't got no brothers
I go Samoan just like Tua
Top hoes in the building like Alua
I told 'em "Eat it up" and they do it
Cause these links on my neck Cuban
[Chorus]
These links on my neck Cuban, but they know I'm American
I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that b*tch through American
I sent a hoe through Southwest, Rylo why?, I ain't get her mouth yet
I watch his body drop and I pour back up a kill-tec
I'm from where they set they own n*ggas up to get robbed
A n*gga play or get fired, but they don't got no job
Ever since I was a young n*gga, I fell in love with guns
Starting to think some of these n*ggas mixed with hot dogs how they keep getting bonds