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Low Top Vanz (Explicit) - Rylo Rodriguez
Lyrics by:Ryan Adams/Chidi Osondu/Tye Marcus Gibson
Composed by:Ryan Adams/Chidi Osondu/Tye Marcus Gibson
Produced by:Chi Chi/Tye Beats
I'm getting money like a Jewish family
Tryna be father I'm not Bryce and Bronny
My jewelry gay it got some rainbows in it
The FN tan just like DJ Khaled
Then Big Jon died for tryna take a Xanny
My cream soda dark as Patrick Beverley
My Vans white like a human trafficker
Saw a fit in Gucci and I kidnapped it
I can see the ocean view now as I'm rappin'
We smacked your people and I hate it happened
I'm fuckin' prostitutes for satisfaction
She wish her G6 high was everlastin'
I'm tiltin' the pint bottle' like T.I. hat
I never post a shootout nigga 'cause I ain't no rat
I got versatility I'm not Doja Cat
When he get done just tell him to bring you back
'Cause you missin' out
'Cause you missin' out you
Missin' out
I'm a project baby I still got all my trophies on the dresser
She left out with my jacket 'cause she in love with Margiela
I woke up bought a pint but only five lines had got measured
Don't be that nigga who I charged for a feature sayin' I left him
We fallin' off never
It been three years and I ain't drop but I'm still trendy
The Miu Miu shirt it cost so much that I wore it dingy
I left the jewelers with AP frost this ain't Wendy's
I want the nigga dead so bad I'm being friendly
He caught a hat for the gang and now I don't know him
She told me put my pride aside but I'm not Frank Ocean
If I stack my bankroll up it's size of Nine Vicious
Bring me back to you
I get my swag from Japan
She's a G6 fan
She's a G6 fanatic
Maybach got space like NASA
I got a PT in the passenger
I got a whole lot of fugitives livin' inside a room
I got 13 white people on Zoom
Bring me back to you
You smacked a killer but you rapped in it in your song
You could mix up uppers with some downers but you did it wrong
Gotta do some time but I know one day it gon' bring me home
Bring me back to you
Bring me back to you
Bring me back to you
I don't care about fashion lil' bro know I ain't got no Chrome plug
I held up my hat they played the opp's song in the club
I left out the store fresh to death long live Michael Brown
That ho be sayin'"Oh my God" like Karl-Anthony Towns
Bring me back to you
Shawty yeah yeah
I wanna come back to you
Shawty yeah yeah
I wanna come back to you
Shawty yeah yeah
I wanna come back to you
Shawty yeah yeah
I wanna come back to you