Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz - Peri Peri lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz - Peri Peri lyrics]
Uh, it's Rome Streetz
Y'all motherfuckers lookin' bad out here
Nigga fuckin' horrible, ayo
Next year you might see me
At the Roc Nation brunch guccied down
Work in my pocket in case
I gotta make a punch (What you need?)
We with wild niggas that'll spray you up
Like a barber after a cut (Buck, buck, buck)
Wear a shit bag, you get clapped in your gut
As far as your rappin', it sucks, facts
My mackin' illustrious
Pretty sluts lust to get in touch with us
Been through hell and back
Still I know God got me i levelled up
Now I'm fuckin' with Griselda
Like Charles Cosby (Haha)
Will I grow to be the greatest ever? Probably
I got the MAK-90 from the FLYGOD
He told me spray your posse
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Do you dirty like a pissy lobby
Half gram go for thirty
I smell like urban Issey Miyake
You niggas washed, nothing thought-provokin'
(Nothing) i went from cold jail cells to
Headliner when the show was closin' (I did)
My niggas keep the poles
From Arizona to Nostrand
Fuck hoes with no strings
Bust on her nose ring
Everybody know that Rome king
You under the wing like the turbine
Armed robbery was my third crime
It's easier 'cause I didn't have
A pistol the first time
Nigga, fuck outta here (Ayo)
Pearls before swine, greatest of all time
Bitch smoked her teeth out
Still smilin' like she fine
Used to look like Mona Lisa
'06 you had Manolo sneakers
Hit the pipe one time
She sweatin' like she got a fever (Ah)
Used to be a diva, now you lookin' eager
Real pretentious, so she 'bout
To smoke with Tina, yo
Tina still owe me fifty
She used to come through
With half-off Fendi, new gloves, old glizzy
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You never put a hand on a bird (Ah)
When I say I'm the flyest
I'm a man of my word had coke in the tire
I was parked on the curb (Skrrt)
Walkin' over fiends
Had the train on the third (Ah)
When bricks was thirty-five
Mines was thirty-two firm
TEC-22, every shot gon' burn
(Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
And if you don't know, now you know, pussy
Ayo, this Westside Pootie
And I gave y'all six years to get a bag
We just spent a hundred thousand yesterday
Y'all better off workin' for us
Free Sly out the you know
I'm in Hermès, kickin' it like Judo
This too easy
I might drop an album this winter
And if y'all still broke then
Jump off a bridge this Griselda
Y'all motherfuckers lookin' bad out here
Nigga fuckin' horrible, ayo
Next year you might see me
At the Roc Nation brunch guccied down
Work in my pocket in case
I gotta make a punch (What you need?)
We with wild niggas that'll spray you up
Like a barber after a cut (Buck, buck, buck)
Wear a shit bag, you get clapped in your gut
As far as your rappin', it sucks, facts
My mackin' illustrious
Pretty sluts lust to get in touch with us
Been through hell and back
Still I know God got me i levelled up
Now I'm fuckin' with Griselda
Like Charles Cosby (Haha)
Will I grow to be the greatest ever? Probably
I got the MAK-90 from the FLYGOD
He told me spray your posse
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Do you dirty like a pissy lobby
Half gram go for thirty
I smell like urban Issey Miyake
You niggas washed, nothing thought-provokin'
(Nothing) i went from cold jail cells to
Headliner when the show was closin' (I did)
My niggas keep the poles
From Arizona to Nostrand
Fuck hoes with no strings
Bust on her nose ring
Everybody know that Rome king
You under the wing like the turbine
Armed robbery was my third crime
It's easier 'cause I didn't have
A pistol the first time
Nigga, fuck outta here (Ayo)
Pearls before swine, greatest of all time
Bitch smoked her teeth out
Still smilin' like she fine
Used to look like Mona Lisa
'06 you had Manolo sneakers
Hit the pipe one time
She sweatin' like she got a fever (Ah)
Used to be a diva, now you lookin' eager
Real pretentious, so she 'bout
To smoke with Tina, yo
Tina still owe me fifty
She used to come through
With half-off Fendi, new gloves, old glizzy
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You never put a hand on a bird (Ah)
When I say I'm the flyest
I'm a man of my word had coke in the tire
I was parked on the curb (Skrrt)
Walkin' over fiends
Had the train on the third (Ah)
When bricks was thirty-five
Mines was thirty-two firm
TEC-22, every shot gon' burn
(Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
And if you don't know, now you know, pussy
Ayo, this Westside Pootie
And I gave y'all six years to get a bag
We just spent a hundred thousand yesterday
Y'all better off workin' for us
Free Sly out the you know
I'm in Hermès, kickin' it like Judo
This too easy
I might drop an album this winter
And if y'all still broke then
Jump off a bridge this Griselda