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Unfuckwitable
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ay Jay Da Great
Ay Jay Da Great
Producer
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(AyJay on the track, so you know I say) I'm a 90's baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par 2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car Wait list on this h-, I give her back, she asked me about a check I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the h- and jet Coulda been a realtor, got a couple houses round my neck N- pillow talking, know you tired of yawning, go get your rest Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinking about startin' a label with Nick Saban Say I'm in a room with a b-, and that h- don't wan' fuck Like a player, I'ma call me a s-, and hit it in front of her Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid Your plans of playing me, you need to cancel the sh- like Donda Give the h- a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma Oh, you geeked still? Day one's only, I ain't came in with no new n-, hold your feet still The man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill' Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil'- Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas No makeup, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' h- this bad 220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad Free the bros, they had got booked for playing the cards that they was dealt I'm from where we puttin' out shirts to stand on cars Got to Neimans, don't tell me thank you, say you sorry Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari (Twysted Genius baby) On a bus, he had got bust, shit too hot for the Mega Lil' bro fly and he be trapping, he know how to get them h- through Delta Really green, but I had your pockets in the red, I don't know if you let her F- you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fillings In the game, I done seen a vet get took out by a rookie You ain't got no aim, n- spinned on you and mistakenly sh- your brother She f- pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber From the 'jects, where you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother For the jet, I'ma send that lil' h- right there through American This ain't that, her time of the month, won't go in if I see blood This ain't whack, the candy will still float to the bottom like it's mud, he think it's Act Everybody on my payroll turnt, and I call my bluff if you try me I live just like Travis Scott, I'm piping up my Kylie Go shop in Prada, baby, mix it with the wham, put it in the Grabba Leaf He living, don't get no paper, he'd rather go catch a - Oh, he think he bad? Lil' bro been in that field so long, I think he lost a knee pad One opp -, that ain't enough, still incomplete, he hit up the repass Bro know it ain't no snow down in the South, still rock the ski mask The hardest worker had bows inside the couch and had Desert Eagle When you floor it, pedal to the metal Bulletproof the Trackhawk, you know they say birds flock together He got sh- and can't walk, therapy getting his nerves back together She clean up real nice, she in her bag, she got every pair of Bottega H-, you playin', she brought her sleeping bag Wanna n- call up a black truck, she ain't staying Been a few years since I coughed, I'm pouring mud with my bro, me, and Dann Know your stylist'll probably faint if I deactivate my 'Gram They tryna see who dress, go tell em free lil' Jeff Left his a- at the light, money for a member, it should be no turn We got the traffic light inside the driveway when I'm rockin' Goyard 12 hit the spot, took him to the station, now he ain't got no charge You a whole rat, but his block ain't got no morals, you still a dope boy
Writer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Deundraeus Portis, Rylo Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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