Ugly Balenciaga’s Rome Streetz

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Real shit, god, you niggas garbage, do better
Rock a Rhude sweater, keep a few hoes like Hugh Hefner
Hold a huge Heckler, let off two if it's new pressure
Or old smoke, hollow flow through your 'Lo coat
Fuck a job, we robbed and sold dope
Ice on a gold rope
Fuck your life nigga, I two-piece the pope
I'm Smooth B, I sold Pete Rock for C-notes
Dice games in the staircase, ghetto casino
Was really on the scene, though, I know Pookiе and Nino
I got G Money when I copped my first three Os
Lockеd up, science was throwin' piss on the CO
Was told do all my dirt fo' dolie and be low
Real shit, I had to deal and scam just to get the dough
Play with the bread, I'll flame your head like Bam Bam Bigelow
Really run this shit, every goddamn nigga know
If it ain't my clique it's slow, Griselda (Griselda)
Made a nice profit pushin' paraphernalia
Switched, now it's only audio dope that I sell ya
Fuck the police, never friendly with those that jail ya
Tryna fuck with me results in failure, nigga