Marlo – Tuesday & Thursday Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
It’s pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get ’em ink
Ready that ho from home gon’ pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink
Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep
All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin’ just like Pistol Pete
Project baby shootin’ shit like the Navy
Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop
f**k school, we was scorin’ the P block
Now that my parents want dress out
Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy
Past them scroll like left eye
If we ever had smoke, can’t high five
Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye
And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide
Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I’m still thinkin’ outside

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Nigga done got me started
Cold heart nigga, I’m heartless
And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin’ the carbon
Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain
And when problems get hot we solve ’em
And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless
And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed
And we don’t worry ’bout bodies, we beat ’em
A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin’ that ether for them people
And I let them J’s scrape the extras off that beaker
Bad bitch in love with me but no I don’t need her
Don’t wanna feed her

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that, yeah

Lil Duke – On My Shit (Life In The Hills Mixtape)

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s your boy Lil Duke
Yeah I’m back on my shit, you know
Yeah-ah

[Hook]
Young nigga I’m on my shit now
I could care less ‘bout a bitch now
Told my mama that we rich now
I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out
Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it
I had to get on my grind and go earn it
Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner
And they saluting me like a lil colonel
I’m in that new Rari, young California
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring

[Verse 1]
I was just in the street, now I keep touring
Trap on the block, I just brung home the Taurus
Had to stay at it and I turned important
Mona Lisa on my side and she gorgeous
Broke bitches and they cannot afford me
Balling and get money, yeah that’s my hobby
Model bitches with me, yeah they on molly
Bad bitches with me sucking my privates
I got it on me, you know I can’t hide it
That’s my mamacita and she likes to ride it
I’m out in LA, I’m studio vibing
And it ain’t no telling what I be driving
I’m in some shit and you know that it’s fast
Walk in the booth and I just might start spazzing
Trunk in the front, the engine in the back
Play with my money, you niggas gettin’ blasted
Out in LA on the low with an actress
Used to watch spots and hide work in the mattress
Maison Margiella, bitch you know my fashion
I brought them racks out and you know I’m cashin’
We having parties and we live in mansions
I’m loving this rapping shit with a passion

[Hook]
Young nigga I’m on my shit now
I could care less ‘bout a bitch now
Told my mama that we rich now
I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out
Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it
I had to get on my grind and go earn it
Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner
And they saluting me like a lil colonel
I’m in that new Rari, young California
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring

[Verse 2]
I cannot ride in that shit if it ain’t foreign
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I’m on the road with the Thugger, we touring
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I got a thirty on me like I’m Curry
My niggas strapped and we don’t got no worries
Nigga complain then he gonna get buried
Different color diamonds just like a parrot
Elliot diamonds, no these are not Jared
Diamonds just got out that brand new McLaren
Pull up and hop out, they staring
I’m having déjà vu, my bitch the baddest
Put that shit on, that be tragic
Don’t got no stylist, I got my own fashion
Thirty-one Robbins like Baskin
Thinkin’ ‘bout robbing, you gonna get blasted
I’m in the back of the ‘Bach
And I’m sipping on lean and I’m drinking on Act
I used to be in the street
Run up on niggas and rob with a mask
Then I start selling the gas
I ran up a sack and I bought me some bags

[Hook]
Young nigga I’m on my shit now
I could care less ‘bout a bitch now
Told my mama that we rich now
I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out
Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it
I had to get on my grind and go earn it
Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner
And they saluting me like a lil colonel
I’m in that new Rari, young California
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring