[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Fuego
Hey yo
I slide over loops in a smooth fashion
Feasting
While you beasting for scraps and [?]
Paper stacking from drug transactions
The blue bills and bands be the only satisfaction
[?]
Don't need a faction
Keep freaks massaging the meat
While I breath hash in
Latin, Black-skin, an Anglo-Saxon
She blow the kid with passion
Like a [?] and then I'm dashing
All facts I'm at your throat forever
Fuck broke I got coke to measure
Left your nose froze
Murder what I compose
You fuckers know better
Gold over low sweaters
Rose from where they all reckless
I been dope
Fiends overdosed off the tester
Golden quotes from the goat
Fuck who got next up
Get your neck cut
Necktie Colombian
Funds coming in
Serving jums out the confidant
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