Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Got That Fye
Rico Got That Fye
Producer
Kxvi
Kxvi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
RicoGotThatFye
RicoGotThatFye
Producer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Rico got that fye
[Chorus]
Lil bruh, he ain't die yet, they still turned him to a vegetable, yeah
**** had a good heart, hope they appeal 'em, Free Lil Mega
Screenshot me, I ain't text her, 'cause I know she being extra
I'm from the 'jects, where we put out Park League trophies on the dresser, damn
Long live Lil Maji, lil' bruh die off a pill
I know you ain't stabbed me in my back, but you will
I'm the type of **** would put the hood in my will
My granny had dementia, I give the world just to see her
Got me wanting to break down, she don't remember who I'm is
Showing her our pictures like, "Granny you remember who I'm is?"
**** dissin' on social media like we don't remember where you live
Soon as they step out, if we don't get them, it's cool, we spin back
[Verse 1]
Doing shows, thirty people to the arena, now the crowd packed
I see how you moving, you keep the U-Haul, I'ma fall back
Missed a couple calls from the county jail, I can't call back
All the shit you posting, the feds come, and take all that
Told you that's her friend, you better wake up, that ho sleeping with them
Show all of your partners that you love 'em till the reaper get 'em
Free all my brothers, the ones who told, you can keep them ****
Tell the world you was hanging with that rat 'fore you start beefing with 'em
[Verse 2]
Ho, tell the world how you used to eat that dick when you used to be a fan
I don't trust her, I done seen these bitches fuck, get home, post, "Free they man"
Ain't insecure, we just ain't on the same page, it might make me a spam
G-Wagen Brabus, this bitch got the highlights, you don't gotta see no film
He done put the wrong switch on his gun, it keep jamming on him
Chest out like you killing ****, y'all **** just got a lot of temp
My cousin paying for studio time, it kill ya like it ain't feed me
Engineer, he don't need no instrumental, his ass a deadbeat
Heading to his show like thirty convicted felons trail me
Hang his cover on his bunk like blinds in jail just so they'll sleep
Crooked-ass CO hating, got 'em sleeping with the lights on
**** in the dorm jealous, telling about the iPhone
Forgot that he got robbed, still wake up tryna put his watch on
You'll find you a one, fuck a switch, a Glock 18
You'll find you a one, someone who ain't fuck the whole team
She'll find you one day
[Chorus]
Lil bruh, he ain't die yet, they still turned him to a vegetable, yeah
**** had a good heart, hope they appeal 'em, Free Lil Mega
Screenshot me, I ain't text her, 'cause I know she being extra
I'm from the 'jects, where we put out Park League trophies on the dresser, damn
Long live Lil Maji, lil' bruh die off a pill
I know you ain't stabbed me in my back, but you will
I'm the type of **** would put the hood in my will
My granny had dementia, I give the world just to see her
Got me wanting to break down, she don't remember who I'm is
Showing her our pictures like, "Granny you remember who I'm is?"
**** dissin' on social media like we don't remember where you live
Soon as they step out, if we don't get them, it's cool, we spin back
Written by: Rylo Rodriguez
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