Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hear This , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hear This |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin' |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat |
| I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That |
| jewelry back) |
| I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like |
| that) |
| If you broke you need to hear this I’m motivation to get cash (Motivation to |
| get cash) |
| Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah |
| Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds) |
| They be postin' artilleries (For what?) |
| Them niggas bleed how we bleed (On God) |
| Got me running 'round with 2−23 (Yeah yeah) |
| We gon' put them boys on a few tees |
| Rolled a finger in my Backwood, got me ashin' candy |
| Who done seen yo cash? |
| I think she get that from her mammy |
| I’m just gon' slap these lil' hoes out and let you be romantic |
| They can’t believe what I’ve become, they wanted me to panic |
| Scars on my back and arms, days we rode the |
| know just how I’m doing, everything is everything |
| I know niggas who married the streets, 12 took they wedding rings |
| Why the D.A. |
| mad at me? |
| I don’t know this ho from campainging |
| And niggas sippin' more lean than me, gotta pour this shit up in every drink |
| Had a threesome with a white hoe and a red bitch, called it candy cane |
| 'Fore the music, before this rap shit, in my city I been had a name |
| GMG, that’s still the gang |
| Much care 'til we meet again |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin' |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat |
| I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That |
| jewelry back) |
| I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like |
| that) |
| If you broke you need to hear this, have motivation to get cash (Motivation to |
| get cash) |
| Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah |
| Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds) |
| Ooh she got it all wrong |
| I go and buy her a home |
| All of my diamonds on |
| Fill up my styrofoam |
| You made me (Made me) |
| Why the hell you tell them people that? |
| That’s crazy (That's weird) |
| I’m bein' grateful, so if you really did, I’d thank you, no thank you, honestly |
| How long you think you run 'til you run in the danger? |
| (Bummy) |
| Bought this trench coat 'fore 'Rari first |
| 'Cause his momma hungry and his daughter thirsty |
| I want the long miles when I come to work |
| I only come outside on Tuesdays and Thursdays |
| Made a quarter mil' off sellin' merch |
| We gon' fuck her but she want titties first |
| I don’t fuck with rappers, I don’t feel they verses |
| Tryna bury a nigga, only I fled the hearse |
| Yeah I dropped out but I done fucked some nurses (On God) |
| I’m dumpin' ashes out inside of a foreign |
| I’m out of town, I’ll be back in the morning (In the morning) |
| Picked the backend up, the frontend on guns (On pistols) |
| Ain’t no Father day 'cause I ain’t leavin' my son |
| I don’t give a fuck, I might just marry a nun (Marry a stripper) |
| In and out the courts, I’m startin' to feel like LeBron (Feel like LB) |
| I got choppas bigger than my opps |
| Glock extendo on the Glock |
| 'Cause I know the cannon won’t jam |
| 'Fore the coupe, still call her ma’am (Yes ma’am) |
| I know a nigga take fake pills, yeah Perc, huh |
| Riding 'round 2−2-3 like Draymond |
| Got niggas out in the pen, waitin' on my mixtape |
| We tryna hear 'bout ballin', nigga, don’t press play |
| I’m eating' candy, smokin' Hi-Chew, I’m still blessed |
| Mama, I pray |
| I been fuckin' hoes for a year straight but still don’t know where I stay |
| Bought a thousand Faygos, I can’t stop lean for some reason |
| I put the cash in my ear, they thought I wasn’t deep |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but this whackin', this ain’t actin' |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but your boyfriend is a rat |
| I don’t know who need to hear this we stay puttin' rubber bands on the rack |
| I don’t know who need to hear this but gon' take that jewelry back (That |
| jewelry back) |
| I don’t know who need to hear this or your pussy ain’t like that (It ain’t like |
| that) |
| If you broke you need to hear this, have motivation to get cash (Motivation to |
| get cash) |
| Traphouse is like hoarders, walkin', steppin' over bags, yeah |
| Seen some gangstas, go to jail who got turned into the feds (Into feds) |
| What’s up? |
| (Damn Kai you goin' crazy) |