Rome Streetz, Al.divino - Rotten.com lyrics

Check spray the blidick out the civic
Blow the brim clean off of ya fitted
Grab the mask and lift it so you
Know I did it
Been pissin' on competition my nigga
It's nothing new
Buy a verse and I'll bring
A complimentary hearse for you
Fiends thirst for potent work they cook
It on a burnt up spoon
Arm full of track marks
The wounds where they insert my tunes
Turn into the frequency off
E we eatin' frequently
Freaks ride the meat until they
Weak with no decency we need to eat
Find out where you holding them pies
We in ya spot
Hoodie backwards with two holes for the eyes
That's regular shit we heavy equipped
I blam first blow you out your blouse and
Knock the perc's out your man purse
Fatality, heavyweight rap lost no calories
Spinnin' the crack vial sell it
For a thou' rapidly
From where it's foul the OG's crooked
And the youth'll pull it
Before I serve it whip the
Work perfect with a Nutri-Bullet
Felony capers out for paper like black Caesar
Need land overseas on a beach for my leisure
Stylin' on niggas like the league leader
You outcha league I breathe ether
Bite my steez and catch a fuckin' seizure

Uh huh, yeauh, yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Pass off a pack in the lobby
Filthy rich bro I'm six feet in the swore
You Wallahi
Mahogany rim this vintage Carti's
Tryna wake up in a Ferrari
Sawed off the nozzle up on the shotty
So it can fit in my sleeve
Leave your people grievin' if you
Try to rob me promise you'll
Pocket more than an audit though
Product move, obnoxious load
The dog food the color of Mackerel
Fuck I gotta prove pa? My heart is too par
Get throw out the moving car
Acting like a movie star, Super raw
Shoot your whip, Coup De Gras
Pop you off of a 'Zuki more
Fish than a sushi bar
Power plays for powdered yay
Pile this paper, nasal novelator
You know who we are son
Boot up and bake the pie son
Fetch homie you catch a hot one
X's on ya eyes like cars

FATALITY!