Rome Streetz - Scale Tales lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Scale Tales lyrics]
While I blow gelato
Bloody dough I need it like Gustavo
Get it now fuck tomorrow be the
Motto til a nigga eye closed
Rather have a fast stash first then flackos
Your pockets on flacko
Your probably sniffin' flakka on some
Fiend shit
Nigga this that raw Medellín brick
Fuck the police
Every single pig in the precinct can eat dick
Forever, that be the speech in my thesis
Need my niggas freedom, brick sales
And lead pieces tales from the scales
Sold everything out the seed ships
Moonwalkin' on a hunnid grizzies
I need all the shit
Phone ringin' happy for the hit's, bitch
I'm fortunate
I look at you and then I saw Vic
Fuck the court of law cuz where I'm
From niggas settle score with blicks
Deep in the fuckin' game
Is you a pimp or a trick?
I feel like I'm Gorgeous, Dre, of course
In linen cloth, spinnin' broads
Wrappin' 'fore intercourse
You niggas frauds since the sinner's talk
Shit, fam with the plug
I send it in and he send it over
Choppin' boulders got my shine on solar
Heart still on polar
Don strong marijuan' odor
This the overdose, nothin' doper
Motherfucker
Tales from the scales
Makin' bales off the sales
Fiends sniffin' rails, fuck jewels
Have the money for bail
Dotties on my coattails
Dope caught a body now the
Fiend shoppin' like it's Rodeo
Tales from the scales
Makin' bales off the sales
Fiends sniffin' rails, fuck jewels
Have the money for bail
Dotties on my coattails
Dope caught a body now the
Fiend shoppin' like it's Rodeo
Large paper for the quotes
From the bar savior
Pay me now, still get scarred later
I been a player
I should cop gators and R flavors
For all the reptiles, niggas that defiled
Pray God save ya
It's New York reservoir nature
May the long stones transform the paper
Clean Supreme windbreaker
Out the ball like the greatest Laker
Bag it all, play scraper, my fate major
All this drug money
This ain't from no pay stub
Got bad bitches droppin' acid
On they tastebuds no love in the city where
They slice ya throat
The one that betray you be close
Keep the toast i'm like 9-6 Ghost
Poison as dust this is up
Gold chains drippin' all over the CDG hearts
Keep the weed sparked
Livin' at high speed, duckin' police cars
Your favorite MCs can't fuck with me, God
Fuck y'all niggas