Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz - Eddie Kingston lyrics

[Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz - Eddie Kingston lyrics]

Brr, ayo brr, doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot ayo, ayo, brr
Brr, doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot ayo

I'm in the Aston shootin'
Out the passenger side
(Skrrt, doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot)
Life is lavish, we classic, niggas lackin'
Passin' 'em by
Beautiful mind (Ah) , beautiful rhyme
Drum on the stick, massive
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot)
Still baggin' dope on Saturdays
When niggas fiend for dope
Who had to drop you work? It couldn't swim
It's like my wrist be automatic
Yours is tragic, pistol plastic
Pistol addicts (Boom boom boom)
Brain magic, flip your whole block solo
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Spinned that shit two times
(Skrrt) , if I see kids, it's a no go (Ah)
TNT, ain't nobody seein' me
My shooter on his fifth line (Ah)
He think he seein' things
Hittin' everything
(Doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot)
I'm talkin' wrong things and right
Things, with the M16, he only nineteen
(Ah, doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot)
He think he Sly Green, Forever, I scream
(Doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot)

Supreme North Face pocket
Got the order for five fiends
Manslaughter on your recorder
You know the vibes be
(You know what the fuck it is)
Candyman, it's murder when I
Arrive on the scene (Uh, huh)
Shit get dangerous, no famous shit
Became the fan favorite (Yeah)
These fools spittin' falsified flows
It's all flavorless (Fuck outta here)
Got shit in the chokehold
Give a fuck if I made your list
I made brick money talkin' shit
Havin' my way with this (I did)
For MDMA, it was eight-forty
I made him pay for zips (Uh, huh)
Crush a rock with a quarter on
The table and take a sniff
Dropped all of my sins on the
Street corner and saved the blessings
Smoked the trees out the Bible page
My brain waves was reckless
Rome chapter two, verse three
Say watch the way you steppin'
Spray the weapon
Shells go through FLYGOD Avirexes
(Boom boom) comin' live from where they
Bangin' and scammin'
Little niggas on Joker Stash makin'
More than they parents (Facts)
A little know-how and your bank profile
Turn to a dough pile
The cheddar getter aura make all
Of the hoes go down (Deadass)
Bet against the squad
You picked the worst lane
Stashin' dope from the plates that I
Ate off like Hitler first name
Finesse you like Bernie Madoff
In some rehearsed game
Was born with this, seen too many fail
I can't afford to slip
Went from fleein' many felony
Charges to fortunate
Fly Fashion Rebels fuckin' on your fiancée
Livin' fast for the funds
Did stick ups with Andre fast forward
Now it's four hundred dollars
When we eat entrees (Yeah)
Your bitch cum to my songs on long play
Repeat the playlist (She do)
You just a peon, everything beyond greatness
GxFR, get a neck scar
My best fiend from Union Square who buy hard
He look like Brett Favre
Work on my aim and be a
Sharp shooter like Bret Hart
(Boom, boom, boom)
When my shit come on it's the best part
Nigga fuck outta here

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