Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hear This, artist - Rylo Rodriguez.
Date of issue: 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) |