Rome Streetz, Royalz - Unfamiliar Projects lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, Royalz - Unfamiliar Projects lyrics]
They cut his face, ran his pockets
Be the last time he check a
Bitch in the unfamiliar projects
Thinkin' with his dick, wasn't moving wise
Thinkin' shit was sweet 'cause lately
All this shit is gentrified
Rewind, met her at the bar over
Whiskey and coke flirt back and forth
Invited her outside for a smoke
They hit it off, nice chemistry
Had one of them moments where they
Knew they was gonna fuck eventually
Closer and closer as the night progressed
Went from dancin' to kissin' and
Hands slidin' up her dress
Then, she whispered in the ear
"Let's get up out of here"
Back to my place
I got somethin' you might like to taste
Hopped in a cab, pulled up to a buildin'
Few niggas outside, shady vibes
They was ice grillin'
Paid it no mind, went upstairs to her spot
Full of lust, they both like each other a lot
You already know what happened next
Ain't no need to say
Got it out her thong, lingerie
Have a foreplay
Downstairs, niggas plottin' they move
In the hallway grimy niggas from the block
Jooksin' is they forte
Unfamiliar face in my P's
Yeah, he slippin' with that
Bougie bitch that think
She too cute to speak to niggas
Stinkin' where you dick in is stupid
But it's the normal
For the niggas that come up off
Of plottin' and creepin' on you
Fast forward to the AM
Told shorty that he had to dip quick
To go and handle some money shit
Told her that he'll holler at
Her later when it's overwith in the lobby
Ran into the same niggas from earlier
Backed out on 'em, said
"Give it up or I'ma murder ya"
Reach for the gun
Didn't see the razor in the other nigga hand
Went across his face
He didn't stand a chance
They beat him down but they didn't shoot him
Just caught and took his wallet, watch
And chain off and kept it movin'
He ate that, came back a month later
Caught the nigga that cut him and
Shot him dead in the elevator
Be the last time he check a
Bitch in the unfamiliar projects
Thinkin' with his dick, wasn't moving wise
Thinkin' shit was sweet 'cause lately
All this shit is gentrified
Rewind, met her at the bar over
Whiskey and coke flirt back and forth
Invited her outside for a smoke
They hit it off, nice chemistry
Had one of them moments where they
Knew they was gonna fuck eventually
Closer and closer as the night progressed
Went from dancin' to kissin' and
Hands slidin' up her dress
Then, she whispered in the ear
"Let's get up out of here"
Back to my place
I got somethin' you might like to taste
Hopped in a cab, pulled up to a buildin'
Few niggas outside, shady vibes
They was ice grillin'
Paid it no mind, went upstairs to her spot
Full of lust, they both like each other a lot
You already know what happened next
Ain't no need to say
Got it out her thong, lingerie
Have a foreplay
Downstairs, niggas plottin' they move
In the hallway grimy niggas from the block
Jooksin' is they forte
Unfamiliar face in my P's
Yeah, he slippin' with that
Bougie bitch that think
She too cute to speak to niggas
Stinkin' where you dick in is stupid
But it's the normal
For the niggas that come up off
Of plottin' and creepin' on you
Fast forward to the AM
Told shorty that he had to dip quick
To go and handle some money shit
Told her that he'll holler at
Her later when it's overwith in the lobby
Ran into the same niggas from earlier
Backed out on 'em, said
"Give it up or I'ma murder ya"
Reach for the gun
Didn't see the razor in the other nigga hand
Went across his face
He didn't stand a chance
They beat him down but they didn't shoot him
Just caught and took his wallet, watch
And chain off and kept it movin'
He ate that, came back a month later
Caught the nigga that cut him and
Shot him dead in the elevator