Lil Darius and Luh Tyler - Rubi Wayda

(Damn, that's Hardocc)
(6lement)

I pop out, kick it with P's, you know I fuck with players (players)
My wrist double V's, bling, ice splash (splash)
Like the candy, I be chasing paper now or later (now or later)
I ask Luh Tyler, "Do you want Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda? (Jayda Wayda)
I'm with Darius in this bitch, we got yo' ho gettin' turnt (uh)
Brody keep that iron, he might give a bitch a perm
None this shit ain't come from luck, this some shit you gotta earn
I don't really like to talk, sit back, listen, then I learn

Sit back, watchin', I observe (observe)
What's that there? It's fly as hell
Is that a plane or is that a bird? No, that's Darius, oh (oh)
Luh Tyler smoking Mary Jane, I be pouring 4 (4)
I'm pushin' P, playboy, Hugh Hefner with the hoes (P)
I got my Talli partner with me, been player since some jits (some jits)
Before the DMs and the snapchats, I was on Kik
Gon' fuck 'em both, I'm like a bad safety hard to pick (can't pick)
Pull up to shows, black truck with hoes, I'm on some player shit (player)
I'm a P (P), and you not me (and you not me)
Ayy, Luh Tyler (ayy, Luh Tyler), nigga, skee (yeah)
She went out, she failed the test, I gave her D (I gave her D, she fialed)
Ho thick as fuck, she turn around you see her P (brrt)

I pop out, kick it with P's, you know I fuck with players (players)
My wrist double V's, bling, ice splash (splash)
Like the candy, I be chasing paper now or later (now or later)
I ask Luh Tyler, "Do you want Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda? (Jayda Wayda)
I'm with Darius in this bitch, we got yo' ho gettin' turnt (uh)
Brody keep that iron, he might give a bitch a perm
None this shit ain't come from luck, this some shit you gotta earn (gotta earn)
I don't really like to talk, sit back, listen, then I learn (and I learn)

Nigga, we been puttin' that work in, no time for no sleep (no sleep)
We been on the road, bitch, I made like twenty in a week (in a week)
We be gettin' to that bread, don't try to put me in that beef
I ain't tryna talk to no nigga if it ain't about that cheese
I ain't tryna talk to no nigga if it ain't about that cake (yeah)
Tell 'em if they drop that bag, bitch, we on the way (we on the way)
I can't put no trust inside a nigga, they be fake (yeah)
Gotta stay up on the grind, nigga, know that's what it take
I'ma stay up on the grind, nigga, go and get that gualla (go and get that gualla)
Got yo' bitch off that drank, yeah, she sippin' out the bottle (what?)
That lil' bitch a freak, she gon' buss it for a follow (uh)
I'ma pass her to the gang, that bitch won't get no dollar (yeah)

I pop out, kick it with P's, you know I fuck with players (players)
My wrist double V's, bling, ice splash (splash)
Like the candy, I be chasing paper now or later (now or later)
I ask Luh Tyler, "Do you want Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda? (Jayda Wayda)
I'm with Darius in this bitch, we got yo' ho gettin' turnt (yeah)
Brody keep that iron, he might give a bitch a perm
None this shit ain't come from luck, this some shit you gotta earn
I don't really like to talk, sit back, listen, then I learn

Sit back, listen, then I learn, nigga
Yeah, skee

Written by:
Darius Thornton, Tyler Meeks, Joshua Newkirk, Richard Wiggins, Corey Moon, Jorgen Sweeney, 6lement, DJ Moon, Hardocc, Troy Mallard

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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