Foot On Ya Neck 4Ever Rome Streetz

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Uh
Sometimes I ask myself do she love me?
She bag the work up when I ask her said "my lifestyle ugly"
I swear she been down since I used to shop at Rugby
Now the trench coat Gosha and all these thotties touchy
Fly nigga keeping out this husky
You hustle nothing son you just a Custy
Sold a ton out the front seat
Took a loss made triple that back in one week
Rolling thunder in the blunt leaf
Gold front teeth, my speech never cheap hoe my talk is Guap
Games to be sold you niggas telling shit and lost the plot
Hope and Lox said "Prayers over ball and pots"
Whipping with the butter knife fuck it that's all we got
The stash went from the tube sock to the shoebox
Now its pay-pals from Japan from my new drop
Hoes think I'm famous lately I been running through twat
Tell them get naked and toss it up like I'm Tupac
It's the kid that's made food outcha idols
Kings lose the crown on they head too it's all a cycle
It's ya last supper I bury you with ya' bible
I see no motherfuckin' rival

[Hook: Rome Streetz]
Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now
Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down
Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal
Need a Rollie on the wrist dial, for real
Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now
Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down
Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal
Need a Rollie on the wrist dial