Tag: Al Geno

Rylo Rodriguez – Pallbearers Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Al Geno, on the motherfuckin’ track

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care (They care)
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Sheddin’ tears)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (Used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers
Pallbearers (They is), pallbearers (It’s what they is)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Yeah)
Pallbearers (Yeah), pallbearers (Yeah, yeah)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
It’s been eight months, momma still can’t afford him a tombstone (Tombstone)
I know steppers who’ll come kill ya with no shoes on (No shoes on)
I know young niggas who pop Percs, then go and invade homes (Invade homes)
He was tryna make it to his bed, but he got laid on (He got laid on)
Micro-Draco sprayin’ (Yeah), at night, watchin’, blazin’ (Yeah, yeah)
All the opps like hotels (Yeah, yeah), them pussy niggas Days Inn (Yeah, yeah)
Fucked the ho in the DM, tryna meet by PM
Hunnid cars in line, it’s gettin’ normal to them (This shit’s normal)
Put three on both sides, it’s gettin’ normal to them
Black suits and ties, it’s gettin’ normal
Heard a nigga gettin’ tired of cryin’, it’s gettin’ normal (Talkin’ to the preacher, nigga)
These niggas keep dyin’, but shit is normal (Shit normal)
They shot him so many times, he got normal

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real (Can’t be that real)
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is (What they really is)
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Momma cryin’)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (They used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that, yeah)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry)
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
What it was this time, nigga?
Was it closed casket with him?
Set he from was full of hoes, boy knew some bad bitches
Set he from was full of hoes, got them niggas mad bitches (Them niggas mad)
If the vehicle full of hoes, green light ’em in traffic
They in church on Saturdays, shot the boy like heroin
Shot that nigga like Marion (Shawn Marion), he was shootin’ like cameraman (Like cameraman)
Every picture that he took, he had his automatic (Had his automatic)
But soon as they caught him slippin’, hit him with that ratchet
(7.62s) Hit him with Draco, we know (Heaven, won’t get you)
(Post him on Facebook, you won’t make a status no more)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you postin’ on the internet, it can’t be that real (Can’t be that real)
Walk with me, I’ma show you what these niggas really is (What they really is)
Just listen, same nigga that got a body, but hold they head, they care
When they really tied us and they homies, momma sheddin’ tears (Momma cryin’)
Tuxedos, all slacks, them niggas used to that (They used to that)
Hearse, all black, them niggas used to that (Used to that, yeah)
They get off first, we send ’em back, and make your dawg carry (Make your dawg carry)
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
We gon’ make them niggas used to bein’ pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Pallbearers (Pallbearers), pallbearers (Pallbearers)
Gon’ drop your brother, put him in the hearse, you bitches pallbearers

Post Malone – What Is This Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
What we doin’, Apex?
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Oh lord, Jetson made another one!
Al Geno on the track

[Interlude: Yo Gotti]
Yo, it’s Yo Gotti, show it, yeah yeah!

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Bitch rockstars, we dancin’ to Khalifa (Im’a take a bud like break)
Detergent on my clothes
Black lives do not matter, I hate them, uh-huh
Grab the rope like a ropes course, with my bitches
I’m the same Malone you’ve always known
Take that

[Chorus: Post Malone + (DaBaby)]
What is this, it’s not normal (Oh lord, Jetson made another one!)
I’m tryna party wit’ my bitches, hot dogs for dinner
Swerving like we thuggin’ (Let’s go)
We partyin’ at the table like it’s KK Wokhardt

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Brand new Lamborghini keys from my niggas
Stranger than it’s ever been before (I pull up)
This is crazy, the house like shit
Bitches just flooded my toilet
Back of the bus, Maloney-baloney

[Chorus: Post Malone]
What is this, it’s not normal
I’m tryna party wit’ my bitches, hot dogs for dinner
Swerving like we thuggin’
We partyin’ at the table like it’s KK Wokhardt

[Verse 3: YG]
Yup, swore you with YG
Niggas in the shower
Cop cars
Bein’ bad bitches, yup

[Chorus: Post Malone]
What is this, it’s not normal (Oh lord, Jetson made another one!)
I’m tryna party wit’ my bitches, hot dogs for dinner
Swerving like we thuggin’
We partyin’ at the table like it’s KK Wokhardt

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
We got dat beat like SethInTheKitchen
Rocket to the moon
Favorites are motherfucking champagne
Yup, Yo Gotti’s favorite

[Outro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one

Quando Rondo – Get Down Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
I’ve been searchin’ so long
You know it
(Al Geno on the track)
Check this out

[Verse 1]
Swear I done searched for your love
In ever single place but the projects
For anything, I’m quick to tell you, “You got it”
And I’ve been searchin’ for a thug
The one that don’t give a fuck ’bout nobody
From day to night, he think ’bout steppin’ and slidin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Old rusty cutter make ’em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick ’round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ’cause I’m lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I’m rich now, ayy
‘Cause they know every chance I get
That’s for a fact
All these niggas know how we rockin’
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin’ my shotty
He made a diss ’bout my lil’ brother
I thought that you blue flaggin’ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch ’em they dodge us

[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been searchin’ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I’ma fly ’til I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I’m plottin’ on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That’s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on ’em
Won’t do no talkin’ on the mob phone
This ’bout that block my nigga died on

[Verse 2]
They think they solid g, but only one gon’ shoot
And no, it ain’t no leavin’ off y’all screen until someone on the news
I caught him rollin’ dice right by the creek, so we had ran down like vroom
3 in the morning, sippin’ lean plus I’ve been druggin’ since noon
Run down the street, chasin’ my dreams I’m like “What else I’ma do?”
Just got a MAC, so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon
Two Adderalls, a Perc, a bean, I’m ’bout to go to the moon
Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I’ma zoom ’em
Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon’ talk at the best and
He ’bout his business, while you go, I give the guap to your best friend
Time for trophies, we give the killas is the new Smith & Wesson
One thing for sure, don’t be my niggas, they don’t got my best interest
They come through spinnin’ with nine mills
We hit they block, they find the exit
I’ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven, steady restin’
Cold case gettin’ realer
We seein’ bloody, so affected
Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this nigga over a cold nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Old rusty cutter make ’em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick ’round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ’cause I’m lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I’m rich now, ayy
‘Cause they know every chance I get
That’s for a fact
All these niggas know how we rockin’
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin’ my shotty
He made a diss ’bout my lil’ brother
I thought that you blue flaggin’ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch ’em they dodge us

[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been searchin’ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I’ma fly ’til I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I’m plottin’ on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That’s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on ’em
Won’t do no talkin’ on the mob phone
This ’bout that block my nigga died on