Locks From Tiffany - Rylo Rodriguez

She had her own jewelry before I had met her, her 41 Patek was on the way
She know I ain’t Adrien Broner I’m having this shit and I’m not fucking up the pape
I’m shooting you currency you don’t ask me for it, I’m glad to give you some money
I gifted you bracelets they wasn’t basic, it had the locks of Tiffany and Company
Going ghost, you deleted your apps with social media bae
I’m perfect attendance with all your favors, who been absent? all your friends
I don’t know why you hanging round them
For mess they all stir up
Ain’t fitting in her jeans, cause she thick like my syrup
I put her in ice, treat her just like my syrup
Dopeboy shut her up we ain’t going federal on my end
I’m fucking with all your tattoos you putting in your skin
You too spoiled every time you post it’s different Kelly hanging off your hand
Your stomach done growled again
I’m feeding her pills again
You sending me pics again
I left my double cup inside ya Benz
She a G6 champion [?] and I’m inspired
(I can’t explain)

Double cup music, double cup music, double cup music, double cup music
It make the best music
Let’s fuck music, let’s fuck music

I’m pouring codeine in the back of your pic
Let’s fuck to music next time that you here
She was on my watch, I ain’t ghost her like sci-fi
Floating off on a big yacht, but we so far we need WiFi
Soon as your friends leave, I’m fucking you up
She don’t even dance no more, she bossed up
She named her dog “ONYX” just like the club
She went crushed ice, I keep her close like my cup
(Like my syrup, just like my syrup)

Double cup music, double cup music, double cup music, double cup music
It make the best music
Let’s fuck music, let’s fuck music