Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pony Tail , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pony Tail |
| Stuff in the Backwood my cologne, yeah |
| Ain’t never dropped the addy, made the ho get a room, yeah |
| I don’t like twenties and a lot of niggas dubs, yeah |
| she was a cougar, so I know that I’m a cub, yeah |
| If I can’t bring the blicky, fuck the club, I ain’t going in |
| Line up, stick you like a switch up, tree branch |
| Tick, tick, tick, that ain’t my watch |
| Pull up new school but I’m a dropout |
| Scary-ass nigga don’t hear leeches just to watch out |
| 'Fore lil' Rylo change my name to Patek, better watch out |
| Cannot hear the haters but I do not got on AirPods |
| I’ma hit it later then peel like an iPod |
| I’m the type of nigga caught the gun hang up outside |
| You the type of nigga pass the gun and be like, «I'll drive» |
| Bought my own jewelry, got tired of hearing all rise |
| Five Amiris, could’ve bought the whole rack at Levi’s |
| Where I come from, you need to glorify racks, ayy |
| Where I come from, your ho will go and fuck your dad, ayy |
| Where I come from the South a nigga got a MAC |
| Where I’m from they say you rich if you got fifty racks, ayy |
| Nigga hit your block, don’t trip, spin back |
| The street life real, know a rebel got jacked, ayy |
| 'Cause your boy drove three, all us got TECs |
| Shit a wrap, no cap, like I don’t wear hats |
| Rubber band money like a ponytail |
| Rubber band money like a ponytail |
| I rubber band money like a ponytail |
| Put the rubber band on money like braids |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving, yeah |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving |
| I blocked her number 'cause her head ain’t get the semen out me |
| it don’t matter |
| Yesterday that ho tryna fuck for her bill |
| Motor in the trunk, tryna figure if the car hears |
| Pull up in my own Hellcat like I’m Garfield |
| I wrapped them racks up with rubber band ponytail |
| All of this bread got her head in my underwear |
| Wockhardt PT I mix with an eight of red |
| I know trappers who go and score more than created players |
| At the show, nigga bet not try, I brought the carbon out |
| Can’t get in with this Glock, I perform in the parking lot |
| Spend a rack on cologne, I just ordered some Baccarat |
| I flew to the club in the chapo with choppers out |
| Three in exotic pop |
| Street sweeper, we ain’t gotta mop |
| I talk to the priest, hope my niggas don’t cross me out |
| I talk to the gang, pray I get us all off the block |
| I don’t see y’all niggas play gangster when niggas shot |
| I know some niggas with war wounds |
| I be with Dugg, no cartoon |
| I sent her an Uber or carpool |
| We got so many shots, I might go buy some barstools |
| Ride 'round with 50 like I don’t fuck with Ja Rule |
| Used to DM, they left me on read like Piru |
| The same ho wan' give me head but I’m bool |
| Rubber band money like a ponytail |
| Rubber band money like a ponytail |
| I rubber band money like a ponytail |
| Put the rubber band on money like braids |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving, yeah |
| I’m Fear of God dripping but them demons driving |
| I blocked her number 'cause her head ain’t get the semen out me |