Letra de Art - Rylo Rodriguez

Al Geno, right

To see clearly the way that love can be

When you are not with me (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

I had to leave, I have to live

I had to lead, I had to live

Starin' out the Maybach window with a nigga bitch

Bro said he love spendin' way more than fuckin' his chick

They givin' confidential informants platforms to get rich (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

Free the bros, I can't type "Fuck the streets" 'cause I'd be in debt

A million miles from home, girl, I ain't see you

Who's luring you to the beach view?

Came to your condo high just to undress you

Bought the Patek watch for two and I just met you

(Racks on top of my motherfuckin' cash, uh)

I made them hoes scissor and we wasn't listenin' R&B

Lookin' at KB, and all I think about is Street (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

He ain't check PC, though, he got snitchin' on his sheet

We the hardest niggas out Alabama since Doe B

And we ain't movin' around without it

I fuck with Marquis the most, he ate the case like it was nothing (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

He showed me BroRilla, I shot him twenty-five hundred

If you rich and that's your bitch, gotta pay her rent and her mama's

Had to cut some niggas off like Jeffrey Dahmer

Quarter ticket'll get your case beat like BabyWave

When you get fresh as hell, niggas gon' say you're gay

When you down about a bitch, you gave her every detail

Got your nosebleed sickness, brother far from a player

I seen the news about Lil Poppa, mental health is for real

I'm gettin' so much paper now, I'll probably tattoo my Zelle

I get fresh, it's for real, freehand, I ain't measure the seal

My priorities so fucked up, my closet cost more than the crib

I DM'd the ho the purse emoji, I didn't text her, "Yo"

So geeked, I'm talkin' third person like I'm MexikoDro

Me, to see clearly the way that love can be

When you are not with me

You gotta embrace it

You stood over an opp with that Draco, you headin' for greatness (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

Got escorts signin' NDAs like they applications

Bitches tryna sue you, barely even knew you

Bro say he love his lawyers way more than he love Jerusalem (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

Who are you settlin' down with? (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

Who you, who you signin' in San Francisco?

Who you movin' around with? (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse)

Uh, uh, the Audemars is touchin' your wrist bone

(Racks on top of my motherfuckin' cash, uh)

Pull up on me straight from the club and we gon' take a shower (Shower)

I ain't the only nigga you be tellin' to get you a towel (Towel)

I come from [?] where so many niggas died (I've got no pulse, I've got no pulse; died)

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