CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Taylor Port Junkie

[Rylo Rodriguez]
Your discretion
It's your discretion, yeah
Your discretion
In my life, I'ma do what I want
Bank countin', NBA, I'm sittin' courtside, yeah
No one plays, put some titties on the four-five
Talkin' to 'em for a trial, pray he beat his charge
Got my forehand with the Texan, I ain't CJ Stroud

[Rylo Rodriguez]
This a six-figure vehicle
Still park it on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touched down, be prepared
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Told the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"
All the pretty girls love 42

[Rylo Rodriguez]
Where you been?
Coincidence or not, we was in the same club that you in
I let you in
But you let me out the same door you came through
Wonder who else done got these recordings of you
Wonder who else done got these same portraits of you
Won't force it on you, no abortions on you
Head game cold, I put a North Face on you
???, I made it out the shit
??? look like I committed
Shot niggas hit the courtroom, have a lot to say
Been a minute since I brought this watch out, I be out the way
I done lost it all before, I know how it feel, for real
Tryna put a play together just to make sure that we all rich
Been knew I was the one, I came through rockin' Kapital
And the baby wiper, I done filled the Goyard bag with dogshit (Yeah, yeah)

[Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Yachty]
This a six-figure vehicle
Sreamin', "Fuck it," on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touched down, be prepared
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Told the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"
All the pretty girls love 42 (Hm)

[Lil Yachty]
Doggy trim so they pulled him from the pin like grenade
All these hoes fake fruity like Minute Maid (Yeah)
She turned box, realize her ex-nigga had a pussy (Hm)
Cops pulled us over, I started sweatin', I had a bully (Frrp)
I give a million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie
Investor recordin' in my tables, ??? like I'm chilly
At twelve o'clock I had that shit going up like a wheely
Her and her friends wanna fuck me off a P-P-P-P-P (Damn)
Man, these niggas outchea treat you like an arcade (Hm)
Put a bad bitch in a Rolls and let her stargaze (Yeah)
Took her out her jurisdiction like a car chase (Huh)
Fuck these niggas, what they on? I'm on a mission (The fuck?)
You think I treat my baby momma like I'm Tristan? (Damn)
They Twitter talkin and they treat life like a fiction
Everybody 'round me get to blitzin' (Brrt)

[Rylo Rodriguez]
This a six-figure vehicle
Sreamin', "Fuck it," on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touched down, be prepared
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Told the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"
All the pretty girls love