JB & Rod Lyrics – Li Rye

[Chorus]
At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
I got too much s*it going on, I’m getting too old for that
He say my name, won’t lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain’t tryna fu*k but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that
Stupid n!gga, better watch yo mouth and use yo brain, before
You lose it n!gga
I’m the one that made that murder s*it cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my s*it, cuz’ I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic b!tch, but I ain’t riding with it
Don’t like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, b!tch I be vibing with it
High as fu*k, I might just land on Mars
I’m out in Cali, driving a redeye, I came from stolen cars
I’m still on Percs and Xanax bars, turnt’ up b!tch, I’m balling hard
Late night chilling with my rod, or I’m with JB and Rod, them my boys

[Verse 1]
In the yo I’m with Will, Bird, and Bricks, we just hopped up out the Uber with a stolen stick
Why the fu*k you always clutching, you ain’t gon’ shoot it b!tch
*—* stole from me, I let Glock take his g*n, they was tussling and s*it
(The fu*k?)
It ain’t go off, that s*it luck
He made me mad, I get him plucked
On all these Percs, I’m high as fu*k
Clutching bad, ain’t got it tucked
Wake up fiending like a cluck
Knowing I need to get off this s*it
IG model pull up late night, she gon’ eat the whole d!ck
Tryna’ record this new hoe, fu*ked around and clicked the old flick
These hoes don’t give a fu*k, they know I’m up, prolly’ fu*ked every b!tch
Aye, big bro been sliding for years, so he prolly’ shot every stick
I done prolly’ bought every blick, wealthy stepper, rich as it gets, n!gga
Know I like to slide, I fell in love with sending hits, n!gga
I ain’t the type to hide, I’m backseat riding, trying to blitz n!ggas
I catch you with that hoe, then you gon’ die on side yo’ b!tch, n!gga
Ain’t never had no filter, pu*sy boy know you a b!tch, n!gga
She like how I flow, says she wanna fu*k the goat, Li Rye
I keep pouring all this lean, for all my soldiers in the sky
Late at night I’m in my feelings, yeah, sometimes I wanna cry
But I can’t never show no pain, until some more of these n!ggas die
Why they dropping disses, like they stand on business, n!ggas never slid
Pay for sections, go sit in the booth and rap bout’ what they brother did
Every n!gga around me, know for a fact that I’m gon’, rghh
Every n!gga around me, know for a fact that I’m gon’, rghh

[Chorus]
At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back
I got too much s*it going on, I’m getting too old for that
He say my name, won’t lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain’t tryna fu*k but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that
Stupid n!gga, better watch yo mouth and use yo brain, before
You lose it n!gga
I’m the one that made that murder s*it cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my s*it, cuz’ I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic b!tch, but I ain’t riding with it
Don’t like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, b!tch I be vibing with it
High as fu*k, I might just land on Mars
I’m out in Cali, driving a redeye, I came from stolen cars
I’m still on Percs and Xanax bars, turnt’ up b!tch, I’m balling hard
Late night chilling with my rod, or I’m with JB and Rod, them my boys

The chorus of “JB & Rod” reflects a mix of fatalism, resilience, and a hardened attitude towards life. The opening line, “At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don’t stab me in my back,” suggests a weariness with betrayal and a preference for direct confrontation. The speaker acknowledges the complexities of their life, indicating that they have “too much s*it going on” and that they’re “getting too old for that,” hinting at a desire for a simpler existence free from drama and conflict.

The next lines illustrate a sense of self-reliance and a readiness to confront challenges head-on. The speaker declares that they have friends (“bros”) to defend their honor if someone speaks ill of them. Additionally, they suggest having options for casual relationships (“hoes”) without emotional entanglements. The warning to “watch yo mouth and use yo brain” underscores the importance of thinking before acting in their environment, where impulsivity can have dire consequences.

The chorus continues with a self-assured assertion of their influence and status within their community. They claim credit for making “murder s*it cool in the city,” reflecting on their impact on local culture. The mention of having “diamonds” in their speech suggests pride in their verbal prowess and ability to command attention. Despite carrying weapons (“three straps”) for protection, they emphasize a preference for relaxation and enjoyment (“vibing”) rather than violence.

The references to being “high as fu*k” and “driving a redeye” suggest a lifestyle marked by substance use and luxury, juxtaposed with their humble origins (“I came from stolen cars”). The speaker’s continued use of drügs like Percocet and Xanax reflects a coping mechanism for the pressures of their environment. They end the chorus by highlighting their loyalty to their friends JB and Rod, affirming the importance of camaraderie amidst the chaos of their lives.