Rome Streetz, Daniel Son (CAN) - Bucketz lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, Daniel Son CAN - Bucketz lyrics]
Ever since I dropped Remo they been fuckin'
With that kid from the north
Love to fuck a big girl she
Can't fit in a Porsche
Gotta go commando she can't
Fit in her shorts
Banned from the Crab Shack she ate
The shrimp out of port
God damn my dude Ima force out here
They wasn't cheffin' up shit I
Taught a course out here
Brought a different type of
Flavor to the fire
I'm related to the chemist you
Related to the buyer
Every time I made more monеy
When my people would switch
Madе me think of simple times like
"I don't need to get rich"
But I go hard for my profit
And lead my team by example
You weird when you coppin' we
Killin' fiends off the samples
Too much Grabba' in the woods
Make my lungs hot
Alpha in the cops with tizzy
Out through the Junks block
Shouldn't have and make a bag
Off a drunk thot
Shorty from the truck stop shot up in
Her leg and got a blood clot
Uh, Ayo
Ock' It's fifty dollars for one rock
These niggas got garbage up the
Block so they come cop
Over here, they bring stems and smoking gear
Beam up then sit in a
Chair stiff with frozen stares
Stuck, all husting was never luck bag
It all even the dust, sell it and level up
Never trust niggas further than my eyesight
Real shit I'd rather the
Bucks fuck the limelight
You lames dick ride and find new niggas to
Rhyme like but you'll never be better
Need the cheddar Lebron height
Or Mike's I preform like Floyd or
Barry Bonds lit off the 'roids
Shit change now fiends want the
Fentanyl mix with the boy
That's the only high they seem to enjoy
This the new batch put it on the streets and
Quadruple a few stacks
The whole family eat then we Gucci
That's how you do scrap
When I'm in the booth I
Produce crack niggas got plug
Talk in they rap with no facts to prove that
With that kid from the north
Love to fuck a big girl she
Can't fit in a Porsche
Gotta go commando she can't
Fit in her shorts
Banned from the Crab Shack she ate
The shrimp out of port
God damn my dude Ima force out here
They wasn't cheffin' up shit I
Taught a course out here
Brought a different type of
Flavor to the fire
I'm related to the chemist you
Related to the buyer
Every time I made more monеy
When my people would switch
Madе me think of simple times like
"I don't need to get rich"
But I go hard for my profit
And lead my team by example
You weird when you coppin' we
Killin' fiends off the samples
Too much Grabba' in the woods
Make my lungs hot
Alpha in the cops with tizzy
Out through the Junks block
Shouldn't have and make a bag
Off a drunk thot
Shorty from the truck stop shot up in
Her leg and got a blood clot
Uh, Ayo
Ock' It's fifty dollars for one rock
These niggas got garbage up the
Block so they come cop
Over here, they bring stems and smoking gear
Beam up then sit in a
Chair stiff with frozen stares
Stuck, all husting was never luck bag
It all even the dust, sell it and level up
Never trust niggas further than my eyesight
Real shit I'd rather the
Bucks fuck the limelight
You lames dick ride and find new niggas to
Rhyme like but you'll never be better
Need the cheddar Lebron height
Or Mike's I preform like Floyd or
Barry Bonds lit off the 'roids
Shit change now fiends want the
Fentanyl mix with the boy
That's the only high they seem to enjoy
This the new batch put it on the streets and
Quadruple a few stacks
The whole family eat then we Gucci
That's how you do scrap
When I'm in the booth I
Produce crack niggas got plug
Talk in they rap with no facts to prove that