American (Version 2)

[Intro] Al Geno on the track Yeah these links on my neck Cuban [Chorus: Rylo] 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 these niggas mixed with hot dogs how they keep getting bonds [Verse: Rylo] I don't wish jail on no nigga, but you better not tell on no nigga I rock Diors like Pumas I go to sleep inside the hall way before I care bout a rumor I know Big Dave wasn't from Oklahoma, God, I just need you here sooner (Ay) 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? Ion 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 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 You broke number 12, need a back up [?], no match up 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 Oh Ok, 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 This is my town, they cannot kill me That ho from Chi-Town, I play Durk and Chief Keef [Chorus: Rylo] These links on my neck Cuban, but 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 kill-tec I'm from where they set they own niggas up to get robbed A nigga play or get fired, 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: Quavo] Woulda thought I had wheels with this perc, the way I rolled Woulda thought I had a machine in my wrist, I scratched the bowl When they told us keep them masks on, my nigga said its a goal Came from taking shit to kick doors Got my hustle up and it showed Told my niggas to spin and they go Beyblade Back to back Benz, this a motorcade Pullin up with [?] like who tryna skate? Cartier, the lens clear, no shade My Cuban link, it's that white emeralds, it ain't gone no color She come 'round and call her sisters, but she ain't got no brothers I go Samoan just like Tua Top hoes in the building like Alua I told 'em "Eat it up" and they do it Cause these links on my neck Cuban [Chorus] These links on my neck Cuban, but 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 kill-tec I'm from where they set they own niggas up to get robbed A nigga play or get fired, 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