Rome - 380. Lyrics

Special like a 380
My momma she call me special
My bitch she call me selfish
I wish that I

Special like a 380
My momma she call me special
My bitch she call me selfish
I wish that I could help it
Im hard headed and headed towards things that are hard to do
Hard to do haaaa
Hard for me and hard for you uhh

If you from my city and you tryna see me it's gone be hard for you
Hard for you
Cause when I be rappin I really be gassin
Honest truth
Y'all pushin flower I'm pushin pedals in foreign coupes
I feel ok when I look at myself how bout you
Im not interested
Im not into resting
I gotta go get it
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Stand up straight learn some damn ergonomics
I play with the alphabet searching for commas
I feel I'm the bestest when it come to rappin
I get it I get it hear drake in my confidence
I want a lot of shit
I want those big ol fat chains with the diamonds that be popping out of it
I want the Bentley truck red guts with the bad bitches hoppin out of it
I want the big house in the tropics
I want my bank account to be poppin
And I'll work hard I don't just want
Everything bout a profit
Breaking bread bread with my dogs now
Break my dogs out the dog pound

If you wanna try me that's yo decision
But this shit chess pick yo position
Like foggy mornings I f*ck up yo vision
And come with precision no chance that I'm missin
You missing the point like you scoring nothing
My song, gon f*ck up the function
Yo song, no movement no nothing
Cause I'm, cause I'm

Special like a 380
My momma she call me special
My bitch she call me selfish
I wish that I could help it
Im hard headed and headed towards things that are hard to do
Hard to do haa
Hard for me and hard for you uhh

I work hard when I'm off that pill
I'll do anything for blue bills
Say f*ck love now she in her feels
Drown in liquor stumble in her heels
Running from yo problems but they gon catch up
Spill some drank from out yo cup
Bitch come back pick that shit up
You said I ain't yo type anyway Bitch what