RomeWYA - Trapper Flow (feat. ChiMadeKT) Lyrics

Alright bet
I was wondering how I was gonna start this bitch already knowin bro
How the f*ck I'm livin' it
Yeah
Nigga
How the f*ck was I finna cuff this bitch
She got pregnant
Like bitch where your baby daddy at
Stop sexin'
Talk about my life on da beat
I feel like I'm confessing
Off the wake up
Nut in her mouth
Bitch here your breakfast
Lies on my name
Had me on a run
Niggas don't be on shit
Sittin' around spammin' they thumbs
Tryna see who got the best head
Like I'm testin' gums
Lemon Cherry Gelato smelling good
Im finna roll it up
My pops told me to stop rollin' the woods
But I'm sick of grabba
Spoke on KT
Popped that him n his potna
The hoes want a dreadhead shit
Can i get some rasta pasta
Flash money one time
They gon' keep askin' for a dollar
Make the beat
Talkin' proper
Bitch I'm locked in
Unky out here fightin' demons
Think he shadow boxin'
Wear the forces
Couple times I finna throw em to my kin
Send this lil hoe some niggas
Shit I feel like Carole Baskin
Tryna find some drink
Shit I'm finna call Jayden
Sleep in the crib
Remember when I got raided
Gettin' money since a child
Nigga that's no fakin'
Hit my first hoe
So long her name was patience
If you was here from the beginning
You witnessing greatness
Yeah
Yeah nigga
Ah shit
That's KT
Shorty like animals
She wanna see my python
Bitch actin' like she can't hear me
Is my mic on
Get my lil' brother's strap
Let him get his dike on
Yeah I let him get his dike on
Shit
Word to forces
Couple times I finna throw em to my kin
Send this love of some niggas
Tryna find some drink
Tryna find some dike on
We got motherf*ckin' drugs
Huh
We got hella motherf*ckin' drugs
I said lil' bitch
We got hella motherf*ckin' drugs
Bad bitches walk
Then I asked her where my f*ckin' hug
Bitch askin' me why I don't wanna fall in love
Had to hit her ass with a motherf*ckin' shoulder shrug
Bitch
I said to toot it up
What I got up in my cup
Bound to make you act up
What I say on these songs
Bound to make you
Huh
What I say on these songs
Bound to make you back it up
Look over there at that nigga
Yeah he mad as f*ck
Why he clutchin' on
Nothin'
Tryna act tough
Just face three woods nigga
We ain't matchin' nun
Rome wit autotune bussin
Might have to rerun it
Unky got caught wit 200 grams
That lil shit aint nun
I could go for a long time
Dont gotta worry bout me comin'
Hoes love Rome n KT
Its the pimp music
I ain't gonna go myself
My shotta out do him
At my sister crib
Makin' songs
Feel like my name Jazz
That bar gone go str8
Over your head
If you don't know about rome past
Had to switch the flow
You can't say the new rome songs ass
Bro got a PLR
This shit sound like when u dump the mag
Bro say he done found sum pints
But they tryna tax
Aw shit I just went back to the spot
I gotta stay tac