Eliza (Bless Me Up) Lyrics – Rylo Rodriguez

Read the full Eliza (Bless Me Up) lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez from the album S.K.A.T.E. along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Rylo Rodriguez like Ecstatic and Kount Ya Hat.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I been through a whole Wok pint with just four beverages
Ain’t no simp I sent that lil’ ho’ crying right to her daddy
One of my treeshes gettin; married, think ’bout crashing wedding
All my women old enough, I’m not R Kelly
Metro Booming the suitcases when I landed

(??) baggage claim, I can’t make this up
Got a hotel room just to get pancakes at the Four Seasons
I put on jewelry to watch my opps lose, like Dillion Brooks
I’m buying Quay, this Juice WRLD, ain’t signed to Bibby
Freebandz, I’m locked in with Casino, but I’m not Offset
One day I felt like I was clout chasing to get some pu*sy
I put women in my close friends, I never met
Yeah, I woke up, close the deal
I’m rocking new Chanel
Dressing like white boys daily
But I ain’t got Chrome for sale
Fu*king my opps sister like lil’ buddy from Chi-Raq
Bruh’nem sign a n!gga from Florida and he hard like Kodak
I ain’t get back with ’em, n!gga went harder than Kodak
I know he went to hell, but I wish I could bring lil’ bro back
In advance, let me know
Just so I bring the right pills
I don’t care what you do
‘Cause your night ends right here
Yeah, my sickos, they got crock’ skin
I can death row at the show in the mosh pit
She say–, she say–, she say Miu Miu make her pu*sy wet
She pray I get naked so she can fu*k my outfit

[Part II]

[Verse]
Couldn’t help you, add another bag to your shelf
Rest in peace to the cop, they killed him, his hat on my belt
With twenty ho’s and they want to stream, but I am not Lil’ Melt
You can ask lil bruh’, kicked the cup, but I am not Columbia to him
She want me to put my watch down so she could steal it
She from Opium
And the wrist got me uncomfortable, I feel like I’m third wheeling
And it’s Monday, we out for Chick-Fil-A ’cause she’s a Christian
Double up door, can’t see what side, slit your wrist then
We make stripper do the ho’ to just get a wristband
I already hit that s*it, while she ask me to send a d!ck pic’
AP Skelly on my watch, I still can see my wrist tat
My (??) one on one, you keep saying that yours still ain’t came yet
I been peeping the plot, you fool
You done hit in the boosh, you move
I shop every day ’cause I live life like Uncle Scoob