[Intro]
Authorities say the Ochoa drug organisation was responsible for the bombing of the US Embassy in Bogota last year, the assassination of Colombia's attorney general, and now the murder in the Louisiana, of the man who is perhaps the most important undercover drug informant ever
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
For your life I give two fucks
Rats get laid under white sheets like the Ku Klux
Shooters cruise up, bust the Ruge., lift your roof up
For speaking on whatever niggas do, that’ll get you touched
Nigga you fool, fuck whoever love you
I ain't a killer but I know a couple
That'll send hollow slugs out the muzzle through your muscles
Live from, where we hustle, double bucks and bust moves
If I never knew son, I serve him with a murder one
Put the work in the phone booth, tell ’em drop the funds
Acting shifty, cock the gun
If you see a copper, run
Rule one in the slums, better hold your tongue
Can't trust any buyers, they rocking wires
And many cameras attached to they attire
So keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
The streets reckless, (Waa)
See the narcs in the (Waa) jeep Lexus
[Verse 2: Crimeapple]
I been bubblin', I can't look back
My vision, more nuclear fission whenever I cook crack
I went from struggling to buy hood wraps
Make chickens to a rich chicken buying me a kitchen off of good wraps
And that, takes a, minute gettin' used to
I'm used to riding the emmy bus, pocket full of Al--deucecrew
But I ain't approve, flew higher cuz I ain't ride the usual
Now I just flip the bird in the booth going coo-coo
And then I treat the bird face like toasted shrudel
Sometimes I make my stomach hurt like, strike with the fake yoo-hoo
And everything I write crucial
I’m tryna buy a land in Peru while you actin’ frugal in Honolulu
You now rocking with illest in the omniverse
I let the broccoli burn, and kick the automatic body verse
It's like I’m really only speaking in wasabi terms
I gave the chicken teriaki, salami made the punani squirt
Romantic, maybe one day I'll be in church
Saying vows, but for now, I'm just tryna fuck Kehlani first
I still recall a time I wouldn't tell you where to find the merch
I had the Bombay brown, that’s Punjabi work
Authorities say the Ochoa drug organisation was responsible for the bombing of the US Embassy in Bogota last year, the assassination of Colombia's attorney general, and now the murder in the Louisiana, of the man who is perhaps the most important undercover drug informant ever
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
For your life I give two fucks
Rats get laid under white sheets like the Ku Klux
Shooters cruise up, bust the Ruge., lift your roof up
For speaking on whatever niggas do, that’ll get you touched
Nigga you fool, fuck whoever love you
I ain't a killer but I know a couple
That'll send hollow slugs out the muzzle through your muscles
Live from, where we hustle, double bucks and bust moves
If I never knew son, I serve him with a murder one
Put the work in the phone booth, tell ’em drop the funds
Acting shifty, cock the gun
If you see a copper, run
Rule one in the slums, better hold your tongue
Can't trust any buyers, they rocking wires
And many cameras attached to they attire
So keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
The streets reckless, (Waa)
See the narcs in the (Waa) jeep Lexus
[Verse 2: Crimeapple]
I been bubblin', I can't look back
My vision, more nuclear fission whenever I cook crack
I went from struggling to buy hood wraps
Make chickens to a rich chicken buying me a kitchen off of good wraps
And that, takes a, minute gettin' used to
I'm used to riding the emmy bus, pocket full of Al--deucecrew
But I ain't approve, flew higher cuz I ain't ride the usual
Now I just flip the bird in the booth going coo-coo
And then I treat the bird face like toasted shrudel
Sometimes I make my stomach hurt like, strike with the fake yoo-hoo
And everything I write crucial
I’m tryna buy a land in Peru while you actin’ frugal in Honolulu
You now rocking with illest in the omniverse
I let the broccoli burn, and kick the automatic body verse
It's like I’m really only speaking in wasabi terms
I gave the chicken teriaki, salami made the punani squirt
Romantic, maybe one day I'll be in church
Saying vows, but for now, I'm just tryna fuck Kehlani first
I still recall a time I wouldn't tell you where to find the merch
I had the Bombay brown, that’s Punjabi work
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