Boldy James, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Real Bad Man - Open Door lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Real Bad Man - Open Door lyrics]
Where we at?
Seen men break, tattle and fold
Place that on my soul, I had to scram, shake
Rattle and roll shot out west to Cali
Came back with the 'bows
For the cheap concrete
We weigh packages whole
Stay strapped with a pole, shotgun
Maybach or the Roll
This ain't that, can't lack with the load
Stay attractin' the hoes gang on
The nametag of my clothes
The Rollie plain, chain platinum and gold
Stay jackin' the prose, niggas stealin'
Straight jackin' my flows
I'm independent, eight racks for my shows
Bae strapped and she cold
Evеn though I'm laid back when I'm blowed
Don't be anothеr face tat on my bros
It's ConCreatures
Yup, check it, ayo got my bread hand-to hand
I ain't get no check from the government
(Nah, fuck that)
Re-up with my mans, split the grams
We was thuggin' it (Uh, huh)
Fuckin' on a square hoe but
Really love a gutter bitch (I love 'em)
That eyeball the work in her purse
That hold a rubber grip
Hustlin' my heritage
Nothin' to turn one to six (Yeah)
Got it out the mud and made it happen
Fuck a "wonder if?" (Facts)
Locked in the cell, we was scrappin', son
Throw up your fists (What up?)
Shootin' thirty-ones
We 'bout that action like a Bronson flick
(Uh, huh)
Always on some shit, my lifestyle a felony
Still sellin' dope
Niggas thinkin' I'm a celebrity
The 23 I tote turn your brain cells to celery
(Blaow) and rock your bells like LL
Will end your destiny
Worked the pill presser 'fore I
Ever had a press release (Facts)
My niggas will press ya, press triggers
Then rest in peace (Blao)
Sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease
Straight drop, come and cop, peep (Yeah)
Wah
I got 'em kneelin' to the yay, seven days
Give thanks to my wrist, all praise
I might throw a cocaine parade
Sittin' on seventy-seven bricks
While I weigh
Bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego
Got a speedboat, a Ferrari Portofino (Woo)
All perico, money spillin' out the safe
Pythons in Audis, I'm Jake the Snake
You fake i know I'm late
I was halfway through a twenty-eight
Dropped the ice on it
Threw it on a plate and skated
I send my shooter through again
If you make it (Brrrrrat)
Holy Black Jesus, Hail Mary, Troy Aikman
Just make sure you winnin' when the game end
All my bitches love the stove, not Raymond
Is it flame? Shit, I wouldn't even know
I ain't had to open up
A whole thang since '04
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
(What up?)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
(Woo) pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw (You smell it)
Fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
(They know me)
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
(What up?)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
Seen men break, tattle and fold
Place that on my soul, I had to scram, shake
Rattle and roll shot out west to Cali
Came back with the 'bows
For the cheap concrete
We weigh packages whole
Stay strapped with a pole, shotgun
Maybach or the Roll
This ain't that, can't lack with the load
Stay attractin' the hoes gang on
The nametag of my clothes
The Rollie plain, chain platinum and gold
Stay jackin' the prose, niggas stealin'
Straight jackin' my flows
I'm independent, eight racks for my shows
Bae strapped and she cold
Evеn though I'm laid back when I'm blowed
Don't be anothеr face tat on my bros
It's ConCreatures
Yup, check it, ayo got my bread hand-to hand
I ain't get no check from the government
(Nah, fuck that)
Re-up with my mans, split the grams
We was thuggin' it (Uh, huh)
Fuckin' on a square hoe but
Really love a gutter bitch (I love 'em)
That eyeball the work in her purse
That hold a rubber grip
Hustlin' my heritage
Nothin' to turn one to six (Yeah)
Got it out the mud and made it happen
Fuck a "wonder if?" (Facts)
Locked in the cell, we was scrappin', son
Throw up your fists (What up?)
Shootin' thirty-ones
We 'bout that action like a Bronson flick
(Uh, huh)
Always on some shit, my lifestyle a felony
Still sellin' dope
Niggas thinkin' I'm a celebrity
The 23 I tote turn your brain cells to celery
(Blaow) and rock your bells like LL
Will end your destiny
Worked the pill presser 'fore I
Ever had a press release (Facts)
My niggas will press ya, press triggers
Then rest in peace (Blao)
Sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease
Straight drop, come and cop, peep (Yeah)
Wah
I got 'em kneelin' to the yay, seven days
Give thanks to my wrist, all praise
I might throw a cocaine parade
Sittin' on seventy-seven bricks
While I weigh
Bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego
Got a speedboat, a Ferrari Portofino (Woo)
All perico, money spillin' out the safe
Pythons in Audis, I'm Jake the Snake
You fake i know I'm late
I was halfway through a twenty-eight
Dropped the ice on it
Threw it on a plate and skated
I send my shooter through again
If you make it (Brrrrrat)
Holy Black Jesus, Hail Mary, Troy Aikman
Just make sure you winnin' when the game end
All my bitches love the stove, not Raymond
Is it flame? Shit, I wouldn't even know
I ain't had to open up
A whole thang since '04
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
(What up?)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
(Woo) pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw (You smell it)
Fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
(They know me)
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store
(What up?)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper
So you know it's raw fans love me
But the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up
I'll serve you niggas like a open store