[ Featuring Rome Streetz ]
Ayo
Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin' all bow-legged
Free Sly (free Sly) 'til the Feds free my oldhead
Your welfare whip pathetic, speed had 'em like always (always)
The crack-house doorbell ring, God day
We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (ah, dead, nigga)
I don't give a f*ck if you got nineteen-fifty, nigga
Get the f*ck outta here with that bullshit
I got the best shit, nigga
Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
Every day, divide the dollar, servin' cutties, shit that they snort
It was Off-White, now back to rockin' the rugby with that race horse
Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast and lift your face off
Like Scott Storch, this shit that I produce be the muy bueno
Late nights like Leno, I was movin' elbows out the rental
I'm lit with rap, that ain't coincidental
I seen a nigga take five acid tabs, that shit fried his mental
Son ain't been the same since, seen him the other day
I let him hold somethin', I'm real, won't look the other way
"The streets'll take you but won't bring you back" that's what my mother say
Run off with the pack, then your brother pay
Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my Billys blazin' like turkey day
Do the wonder, coldest shit in the verses that I display
At the top, it's really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away
My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great
Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon' relate
Your bitch mouth in my lap like print on the BAPE
F*ck outta here, nigga
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
