Lyrics Digital Pictures - Rylo Rodriguez

Digital Pictures

I never could’ve pictured my dog hating me, he had a on him
Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
This money on your head, you triple that, can’t be a victim on 'em
I’m from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil'
homie
Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringing her bitches on me
She don’t know that got them pints, I went and put titties on it
Fuck a nine-to-five, I’m still the boss, I’ll never be a manager
Bro done vacuum sealed so many bags, he could’ve been a janitor
Micro Draco, this kind hard to get, I ain’t never went to Canada
Run through they lil' crew, they all weak, I treat them like a calendar
They ain’t picture me like this, now they photo-bombin', cool, look at the
camera
Flashbacks of me makin' it out the mud when I look at my Fanta
Flashbacks of me and on the lick and robbin' back in 'Bama
Flashbacks of pistol-whipping a nigga like
We fuckin' on the low, you can’t be liking all my pictures
I ain’t cut her off, she thinkin' chocolate like SZA
Every time there was a drought, he had to sit on it to
Soon as they run out, he just gon' pop out and go bigger
Judge gave an innocent man a lot of years, say he killed my nigga
Even when I’m fifty and they free, I gotta kill him
I was tryna keep us on the DL, ain’t tryna be your BF
You was there like you ain’t see my DM, now I’m in your CF
Knowin' you gon' need me but you still just had to wait and learn
Your fault you ain’t see the signal light, look how the tables turn
You ain’t even no killer, you did it off of motion
Locked up my dog again, now I’m back sick, scoliosis
Ain’t no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that’s a light drill
300 Blackout, it look like I ain’t paid the light bill
They was strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it’s a white pill
I can tell if that fake but the look, that ain’t the right seal
on the pint, I had to sell a nigga NyQuil
Brodie done finessed the country boys, they gon' be ok
Say it really worth it weight, go wet the weed when they on the way
Pad the bitch up, the only way we take trips
Bought my young ho some MAC, my cougar a facelift
Lil' ho, I’m a boss, my bitch can’t work a day-shift
I done see a lot of niggas move the wrong way 'til they stiff
It’s no fallin' out for me, she know I’m P, so I buy her waist
I’m all about a bank, if I have a son, I’ll name him Chase
I’m all about a bank, if I have a son, I’ll name him Zelle
You gon' be a gangster, lil' bro, forever if you don’t tell
If it ain’t that serious, they sent your warrant through the mail
On the run for a body, they serve your warrant in your cell
Big bruh a real hustler, he was born with a scale
You on front-end diversion, got the same case, got a bail
Know he alive, but he a dead man walking, lowkey a zombie
They paralyzed my stepdad, got his pistol still in arm’s reach
It traumatized me, tell a fan, «Watch how you run up on me»
Fuck love, can’t never let no bitch get one up on me
Talkin' 'bout a kid, I don’t even know your name, boo
Sayin', «What we gon' name it?"I can’t even name you
I done seen some gangsters stand on business over lies
I done seen some niggas die over shit that ain’t true
I never could’ve pictured my dog hating me, he had a on him
Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
This money on your head, you triple that, can’t be a victim on 'em
I’m from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil'
homie
Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringing her bitches on me
She don’t know that got them pints, I went and put titties on it
Ain’t no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that’s a light drill
300 Blackout, it look like I ain’t paid the light bill