Uh, it's Rome Streetz
Y'all mother****ers lookin' bad out here, nigga
****in' horrible, ayo
Next year you might see me at the Roc Nation brunch
Guccied down, work in my pocket in case I gotta make a punch (What you need?)
We with wild niggas that'll spray you up like a barber after a cut (Buck, buck, buck)
Wear a shit bag, you get clapped in your gut
As far as your rappin', it sucks, facts, my mackin' illustrious
Pretty s***s lust to get in touch with us
Been through hell and back, still I know God got me
I levelled up, now I'm ****in' with Griselda like Charles Cosby (Haha)
Will I grow to be the greatest ever? Probably
I got the MAK-90 from the FLYGOD, he told me spray your posse (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Do you dirty like a pissy lobby
Half gram go for thirty, I smell like urban Issey Miyake
You niggas washed, nothing thought-provokin' (Nothing)
I went from cold jail cells to headliner when the show was closin' (I did)
My niggas keep the poles from Arizona to Nostrand
**** hoes with no strings, bust on her nose ring
Everybody know that Rome king, you under the wing
Like the turbine, armed robbery was my third crime
It's easier 'cause I didn't have a pistol the first time
Nigga, **** outta here (Ayo)
Pearls before swine, greatest of all time
B***h smoked her teeth out, still smilin' like she fine
Used to look like Mona Lisa, '06 you had Manolo sneakers
Hit the pipe one time, she sweatin' like she got a fever (Ah)
Used to be a diva, now you lookin' eager
Real pretentious, so she 'bout to smoke with Tina, yo
Tina still owe me fifty, she used to come through
With half-off Fendi, new gloves, old glizzy (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You never put a hand on a bird (Ah)
When I say I'm the flyest, I'm a man of my word
Had coke in the tire, I was parked on the curb (Skrrt)
Walkin' over fiends, had the train on the third (Ah)
When bricks was thirty-five, mines was thirty-two firm
TEC-22, every shot gon' burn (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
And if you don't know, now you know, p***y
Ayo, this Westside Pootie
And I gave y'all six years to get a bag
We just spent a hundred thousand yesterday
Y'all better off workin' for us
Free Sly out the you know
I'm in Hermès, kickin' it like Judo
This too easy, I might drop an album this winter
And if y'all still broke then, jump off a bridge
This Griselda