Exposed Songtext
von Rylo Rodriguez

Switching my pants up, I shot with no budget
Yeah, I recoup when I drop for her, four-two-four my skeleton
I just fucked a fan, I′m rock-fella, so don't judge me
I put a Quacker in pain, time-out like Lucky
This documenting, we′re living this life
This lil hoe broke, but all she care about is how many picture getting likes

I fuck a prostitute missionary, but I was tripping at night
I got total tryna give me sugar, but I don't look nothing like Finesse
I'm such a name, all my teeth by me comfort, I said
Yeah, I recoup when I drop for her, four-two-four my
Four-two-four my head
Four-two-four with General Pants, I′m not going to bed
Got so much swag, even if I′m lacking


I'm fresh to death, my ops can′t kill me, I'm already dead
7.5 per percent focus on like ask head
He took a Xan with the fit, and he fainted
I′m getting this money for my mama like I'm Damian
Yeah, I let it paint 48 hours, usually like two a day
My diamond rainbow, it′s like my jewelry gay
I'm pouring yellow tech, the same color, they call it ray

Geeked up to the Balenciaga, ordered online, forgot to pay
I can't kick it with her, long as she a cooler, then
She snorting coke, but she sneezed so it blew her high
I put that pistol on a teenager
′Cause I know some OGs who got smacked by some juveniles
Little hoe so clover that she rage baby

Ten thousand-dollar bag
Million-dollar trap
We took the stand in court
We still continue rap
This should be my little brother, and that′s a fact, Fooboor
Yeah, four-two-four my
Yeah, four-two-four my sneakers
A perc, I fuck us


On her face, just like a Nissan
Four-two-four my shirt, dawg
Four-two-four my shirt, dawg
I wore four-two-four my shirt, dawg
I wear four-two-four, like it's merch, dawg
Four-two-four
That′s that shit
Four-two-four