Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz - Draymond lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz - Draymond lyrics]
Uh huh, ayo, ayo ayo, check, ayo
With the right, I shake a
Millionaire's hand, with the left
I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime
Remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tier
Now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
Bitches wanna hang
Bringin' me neck like I got nooses near
(Uh) my shit is hypnotic, when I spit it
They got stupid stares (Yeah! Yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize
When the truth appear
They say this shit a gamblе
You live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door
I shoot the reaper through the peep hole
(Blap, blap, blap)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard
Don't need no cheat code (Nah)
It's easier to scam than flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C notes
Keep the clean stack separate (Uh, uh)
For the record, I'm wreckin' shit
Natural scrap that's effortless (Yeah)
Made to murder shit like a 38 Special is
The specialist i heard your new shit
I'm less than impressed with it
(Shit trash) all the fools under my shoe
I'm settin' the precedent they overdose
It's fentanyl in the pills
When they pressin' it (Ayo)
I had to spear the cocaine
Pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
Don't get your chain popped
You know the name
You light as a raindrop, I'm on Biscayne
Rolls-Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
Two hundred with factory diamonds
Three hundred for the plain (Ah)
You can never compare
Your shit wouldn't add up
My mathematics is rare
Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin', beware
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front
No air (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
We praisin' both, after every body
We raise a toast
To the one they hate the most
Went to the lot, got the Wraith and Ghost
My shooter had to sniff an
Eighth of coke to cope
Shit hurt when you gotta put
Your family in the scope
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I had to pray over the work
(We had to pray over the bricks)
We was drownin' in that water whip
Niggas had to surf (Yeah)
To a kilo from the dirt (God)
Runnin' from the RICO
I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce
Twenty thousand for a verse
Chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on
The fifteenth and the first
That bein' broke shit was a curse
I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk
We bangin' Esco in the hearse
(We bangin' Esco in the hearse)
She got the TEC inside the
Purse, the big Telfar, i used to sell hard
The Bally belt on, the yayo god
You still owe the plug, I just pay him off
It's what you do after the brick, bitch
I'm Draymond
With the right, I shake a
Millionaire's hand, with the left
I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime
Remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tier
Now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
Bitches wanna hang
Bringin' me neck like I got nooses near
(Uh) my shit is hypnotic, when I spit it
They got stupid stares (Yeah! Yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize
When the truth appear
They say this shit a gamblе
You live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door
I shoot the reaper through the peep hole
(Blap, blap, blap)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard
Don't need no cheat code (Nah)
It's easier to scam than flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C notes
Keep the clean stack separate (Uh, uh)
For the record, I'm wreckin' shit
Natural scrap that's effortless (Yeah)
Made to murder shit like a 38 Special is
The specialist i heard your new shit
I'm less than impressed with it
(Shit trash) all the fools under my shoe
I'm settin' the precedent they overdose
It's fentanyl in the pills
When they pressin' it (Ayo)
I had to spear the cocaine
Pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
Don't get your chain popped
You know the name
You light as a raindrop, I'm on Biscayne
Rolls-Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
Two hundred with factory diamonds
Three hundred for the plain (Ah)
You can never compare
Your shit wouldn't add up
My mathematics is rare
Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin', beware
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front
No air (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
We praisin' both, after every body
We raise a toast
To the one they hate the most
Went to the lot, got the Wraith and Ghost
My shooter had to sniff an
Eighth of coke to cope
Shit hurt when you gotta put
Your family in the scope
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I had to pray over the work
(We had to pray over the bricks)
We was drownin' in that water whip
Niggas had to surf (Yeah)
To a kilo from the dirt (God)
Runnin' from the RICO
I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce
Twenty thousand for a verse
Chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on
The fifteenth and the first
That bein' broke shit was a curse
I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk
We bangin' Esco in the hearse
(We bangin' Esco in the hearse)
She got the TEC inside the
Purse, the big Telfar, i used to sell hard
The Bally belt on, the yayo god
You still owe the plug, I just pay him off
It's what you do after the brick, bitch
I'm Draymond