Serving Rome Streetz (Ft. Boldy James)

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
You know what the fuck it is, nigga

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, you bums minor, never Major League (Nah)
Fuck my P.O., fuck the judge, fuck the D.A., fuck the agency (Fuck y'all)
Started off with an eighth and E, small paper, now we racing AMG's (Skrrt)
All you niggas washed up, to say the least
Plug mailed the work, i never wait a week (Nah)
Weighing work on scales Been the way I eat
Scamming in the bank, fake state ID
Watch what you post on the internet, Jake follow with a fake IG
My niggas real right, double R (Brrat)
Nothing lucky, had to hustle hard (Nah)
Cooking work up in the smucker jar
Nah, you could never ever fuck with ours (Never)
We push foreign cars through the fog, been a don, Louis on, that's Virgil shit
Sold Acid, Weed, Molly, Percocet
Flygod told me murder this (Brra, Bah)
Been merciless
Quarter brick or its 10 bands for a verse of this
Did the money dance, in the junkie's hand, dropped 20 Xans, I been servin' shit
Motherfucker
(Fuck outta here)

[Bridge: Skit]
The first time you try it, you don't like it
It ain't nothing to like, It's something to be scared of