[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]

Tattoo scriptures on my arm

Roll the Backwood on the Bible, I ain't seen you in a minute (Yee)

(Nah, I hear you)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]

I tattoo scriptures on my arm, I roll Backwoods up on the Bible

I can't kill you, I love yo' momma

You ain't my enemy, you my rival

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]

I know she was gon' fuck, I'm the littest nigga inside this building--- and wipe my dick off with a towel

My brother came home, can't lie, that prison traumatized him--- still got his slides on in the shower

Almost shed some tears when I heard the years they gave lil' Tootie 'cause he ain't cop out

He bought that hoe a AP but last night she was on my watch

Dreaming about a king-size bed, layin' on a cot

Locked up but I remember, I was just fuckin' bitches on the yacht

Now you locked up and if the jail run out of beds, you get a boat

D.A. screaming, "20", now you just tryna stay afloat

We gon' be forever stuck in the trap 'cause this a trap

I'm from where you kept them charges, now he got a record so he rap

Lil' bro too fly, know he paralyzed, now, he can't feel his back

My brother too fly, know he paralyzed 'em just for to break the crack

Cuz locked up, I bought him a Android, want 800 for a jack

Asked you wash my clothes, ain't go to the cleaners when it was Rhude, she say, "My bad"--- she lowkey piped

Different color Van Cleeves in the jewelry box, hoe gotta fuck with Wham

I can tell it's [?] in them PT's, won't buy no drink [?]

Long live lil' Heavy, used to hoop but I miss seeing him pass like Ben Simmons

Since he died, I think about him everytime I pass by, see a rim

Poured a zip inside a Faygo, it foam up, you shakin' too fast

Spent three thousand on Louis V coat, don't treat me like no outcast

Took a Uber, she come over askin' 'bout a hookah, I got the vape

I ain't Zelle her money, she curved me, that's her loss, I bought a drac

Talkin' 'bout Pampers, hoe reaching, he ain't miss, he just late

Livin' in the field, say he tryna ghost swipe, bought a jersey Leonard Fournette

Cuban link tryna crush a diamond, put a kilo' in the blender

They gon' send him right to confinement 'cause he told on a nigga

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]

I tattoo scriptures on my arm, I roll Backwoods up on the Bible

I can't kill you, I love yo' momma

You ain't my enemy, you my rival

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]

My dawg killed my nigga, wonder how his momma feel, I'm saying, "Free a killer"

Lil' bro like, "Fuck this rap shit", he been playing with the Reaper

Put some money on a nigga head every time he go and do a feature

Wanna switch a nigga face, he do that, no one buy his sneakers

Sittin' courtside with a felon, I'm hittin' potholes in the Bentley

Lied and told you, "FN jammed", but I really seen it get emptied

Tryna put my main hoe in the friend zone

When she left, she text me, "Baby, what you doing?", this hoe gotta fuck with Nardo

She get the drive, fuckin' with a nigga like me and she late on her car note

Even though I felt her this time, so I help her this time

Crazy how my dawg got killed and he wasn't even lacking, he was on it, I promise--- he was careful this time

They killed Blood, Mike, and DeeDee at McDonald's, I wish I could've told him something--- "Go to Checkers this time" (Yee)