Welcome to the Rodeo lyrics

[Intro]

Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros

Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow

Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 1]

Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause a nigga wearin' gold

I came up and made it happen, I was trappin' by the store

Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke

Do me dirty I'ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor

19 with a bag, I got rich by myself

Rather do this shit alone I wasn't askin' for no help

They keep askin' how I'm winnin' with the cards that I was dealt

Boy I worked hard for this seat and I ain't bucklin' my belt

Call my brother on the phone, he said broski you a star

I said brother hold it down soon we'll all be livin' large

And it's crazy how last year was sellin' coke out my garage

Now I'm in a good position for this life can't sabotage

[Chorus]

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros

Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow

Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 2]

I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation

I could never get a job, so for my dream, I'm dedicated

For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin' faded

Now they see me out in public and be knowin' what my name is

All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein' famous

I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it

I was comin' for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient

Now I'm runnin' up these bands, can hit the island for vacation

I've been shittin' on my haters, you could say I'm constipated

Five racks on this fit just to stunt while I'm in Vegas

Gnarcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb

Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us

[Chorus]

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros

Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow

Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

• Artist:Lil Skies
• Album:Life of a Dark Rose