Me and K back punchin' in, he askin' if I'm finna go, nigga yeah I'm flowin' again
Use my rap checks on promotion, I ain't flood my wrist
Twin gone tell me keep punching, cause I don't miss
Rome makin' beats now, so I don't need your producer
The 808's at hitting if it don't mess with your computer
I hate payin' for clothes, I'm finna pay your booster
I'm up early morning, trynna serve this packs like a rooster
Goin wit me twin, I promise that's a crazy pick
My flow Unreplaceable, I promise you can't catch this shit
That bitch went got her BBL, she got some extended hips
Rolled up wit Tommy Gun, I'm comin' right off the hip
K said the snap hit him
I ain't tryin' to sell my drugs imma serve him Ritalin
I'm finna shave this bitch bald, make her look like Krilin
You want Rome on yo song, that's a crazy feat
RomeWYA, nigga don't ask who made this beat
That nigga wasn't hittting, feelin' like a vape to me
That nigga ain't gettin' money for real, he got grated cheese
They seen a snowball, so they think we got paper weed
Can't revive his teamate, so now he mad at me
Zeclair in the blunt, this ain't no fake weed
The way I drive this bitch, it's like I can't see
Came around the corner, nigga I'm tryin' to creep
Think my bitch a fan of
Okay, hold on
Think my bitch a fan of Skrilla, she always tryin' to tweak
Me and K tryin' to find our flow, In the booth every week
They say Rome ain't no artist, I got crazy beats
Hit this hoe for an hour, I knocked off her sheets
K thought he was gonna punch in
But I'm back, still rappin' for him
Yeah, nigga, cause the blunt ended
Lil' bro said he a shooter, but his gun ain't spit yet
This nigga rap so long, I forgot my bar
We took two strikers,On the lick
These some fast cars
Told twin punch me in, yeah, I'm learning how to rap
I've been fire since my first bar, I got it out the trap