American (Version 1)

[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez] Al Geno on the track Yeah, these links on my neck Cuban [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez] These links on my neck Cuban, they know I'm American I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that bitch through American I sent a hoe through Southwest (Rylo, why?), 'cause I ain't get the mouth yet I watch his body drop and I fold back up a Kel-Tec I'm from where they set they own niggas up to get robbed Them niggas play, they all get fired up, but they don't got no job Ever since I was a young nigga, I fell in love with guns Starting to think some of thеse niggas mixed with hot dogs, how they keep gеtting bonds (Eat it) [Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez] Yeah, ayy, I don't wish jail on no nigga, but you better not tell on no nigga Ayy, I rock Diors like Pumas I go to sleep inside the hallway before I care 'bout a rumor I know Big Dave wasn't from Oklahoma, God, I just need you here sooner (Ayy) These hoes set you up for real now I take the blue Roxy, no fentanyl How the lil' nigga got shows with no tape out? I don't understand how a nigga play gangsta when he get shot Nigga burnt you, gotta go get ya lick back Hi-Tec red, walk straight past six pack Last year I was broke, I woke, I'ma fix that Fucked ya' hoe at ya' house, she gave me a dick ride Hunnid round, drum on a draco Can we go on a date? No I tried to stop lean, ended up with a Faygo I spent 5K on a fit, wore it on a Monday I spent 5K on a fit, wore it on a Monday Pyrex jeans, hoe we ain't broke (Yeah) I gave her a X-pill, what's up Tryna get to the point, ho' lets fuck Won't take no pics nigga back up (Ayy) You broke number 12, need a back up It's a advantage to this shit, ain't no match up (Yeah) New Cartier tints, these not Buffs She scared I'm dawg, I play rough Rolling, geeking off them pills, I can't rover My friends thought I was on curfew how I was going in Paid her for that pussy, she don't even gotta moan I paid her for that pussy then I sent her home If I tell you that I love you, I'd be in the wrong Lil' hoe quit acting like you know me, you just know my songs Backwood Runtz, if I smoke a blunt, gotta be VLONE Hunnid K, I don't give a fuck, just to get him gone Okay, came in with a knife, I don't know whether to stab him or shoot him Fuck 12, in the back of the police car, I told them bitches to google me Yeah, this is my town, they cannot kill me That ho' from Chi-Town, I play Durk and Chief Keef [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Skies, Both] These links on my neck Cuban, they know I'm American I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that bitch through American I sent a hoe through Southwest (Rylo, why?), 'cause I ain't get her mouth yet I watched his body drop and I fold back up a Kel-Tec (Kel-Tec) I'm from where they set they own niggas up to get robbed Them niggas play, they all get fired up, but they don't got no job Ever since I was a young nigga, I fell in love with guns Starting to think some of these niggas mixed with hot dogs, how they keep getting bonds [Verse 2: Lil Skies] Fronto after fronto, me and Rylo smokin' runtz My son got a Patek and a Rollie, he not even one My car go too fast because my engine in the trunk Exotic puffs, exotic weed, I feel it in my lungs Nigga try to take my bitch, that ain't my hoe, it's just a nut As soon as the pack touch down, we make the plays, say "Hut" I'm screamin' "Free NoCap", until they let my brother go He say he got the dope, we kick his door like Curtis Snow Watch out, you niggas gon' switch, you not us Everything I do top 10 (Yeah), me and Rylo trendin' topics (Yeah) They hate the work, not stoppin' (Oh no) I'ma fly a bad bitch to the islands (Mhm) Boss shit, break bad with Italians (Cash) You try us, nigga, you wildin' (Bang), bitch [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez, Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Skies] These links on my neck Cuban, they know I'm American I ain't send a hoe through Delta, I sent that bitch through American I sent a hoe through Southwest (Rylo, why?), I ain't get her mouth yet I watch his body drop and I pour back up a Kel-Tec I'm from where they set they own niggas up to get robbed Them niggas play, they all get fired up, but they don't got no job Ever since I was a young nigga, I fell in love with guns Starting to think some of these niggas mixed with hot dogs, how they keep getting bonds