[Intro: Sample & Rome Streetz]
This guy's killed before!
It was too easy for him
Yeah
We in this bitch
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Yeah, bitch, ain't shit changed
Pockets stayin' full of hunnids (Uh-huh)
Keep the steel by the stomach
Diamond grill, I'm a stunna; if she trill, I'ma fuck her (Yeah)
Thousand pills to the runner
Countin' bills when I wanna, plenty mils I'ma run up
Dressed to kill, I'm a gunner
Slime for real, never rat on my brothers (Nah)
Drop the work in the bubbles
In the Murder Mitt', I'm with Boldy and Double (Uh-huh)
Grand theft auto was lit
Now I'm rollin' legit in that Hellcat with all of the muscles (Skrrt)
Two hunnid on the dashboard
If your song come on, we fast-forward (Y'all niggas trash!)
Whoеver let you in the studio should gеt shot, recordin' that trash noise
Leveled up, now my wrist glittery (Bling!)
All of the haters in misery
I skate in a Benz with all the amenities
None of these niggas ain't lit as me (Nah)
On the road to riches, got a blick
A brick and your bitch in the middle seat (What else?)
You ballin', but that shit little league; my shit lit out in Italy
Started off with a slice
But I always had a plot to get a bigger piece (Uh-huh)
Got my hands on a pie
Lettin' zips fly, I had a trap in the east, gettin' cash
My eyes only recognize dollar signs
I'm addicted to the bag (Money)
Slow down? Nah, bitch, I'm livin' fast
Blowin' rounds, big blicky in the stash (Bah! Bah!)
This guy's killed before!
It was too easy for him
Yeah
We in this bitch
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Yeah, bitch, ain't shit changed
Pockets stayin' full of hunnids (Uh-huh)
Keep the steel by the stomach
Diamond grill, I'm a stunna; if she trill, I'ma fuck her (Yeah)
Thousand pills to the runner
Countin' bills when I wanna, plenty mils I'ma run up
Dressed to kill, I'm a gunner
Slime for real, never rat on my brothers (Nah)
Drop the work in the bubbles
In the Murder Mitt', I'm with Boldy and Double (Uh-huh)
Grand theft auto was lit
Now I'm rollin' legit in that Hellcat with all of the muscles (Skrrt)
Two hunnid on the dashboard
If your song come on, we fast-forward (Y'all niggas trash!)
Whoеver let you in the studio should gеt shot, recordin' that trash noise
Leveled up, now my wrist glittery (Bling!)
All of the haters in misery
I skate in a Benz with all the amenities
None of these niggas ain't lit as me (Nah)
On the road to riches, got a blick
A brick and your bitch in the middle seat (What else?)
You ballin', but that shit little league; my shit lit out in Italy
Started off with a slice
But I always had a plot to get a bigger piece (Uh-huh)
Got my hands on a pie
Lettin' zips fly, I had a trap in the east, gettin' cash
My eyes only recognize dollar signs
I'm addicted to the bag (Money)
Slow down? Nah, bitch, I'm livin' fast
Blowin' rounds, big blicky in the stash (Bah! Bah!)
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