Rome Streetz - Reversible lyrics

[Rome Streetz - Reversible lyrics]

Conductor, conductor, conductor
Y'all niggas washed up ayo

Ayo, my rap's like boiling water
Splashed in your face
Need heavy cash stashed in a
Safe in a black Wraith my life's past paced
Crazy how quick I doubled all of my weight
'cause cutties love how my bag taste
Go and get a job, you're in bad shape
Try to sneak thieve a nigga
Commissary got left with a slashed face
Stupid ass niggas in last place
Fendi all over my bitch ass, but she
You copped all the drip
But you rock it the wrong way
Tryhard, you'll never ever be a Flygod
I'm God on the mic
Still niggas try to bite the dialogue
Crash your whip playin' this shit
Loud on your iPod
Fatal, this shit I kick hard like Statе boots
To God I'm grateful, I could have expirеd on
'cause the game sour like grapefruit
But I heard before she a whore
So I hit it like Beirut
I'm Mark McGwire, retard all my bars is fire
Before rap I was a hard supplier

You niggas washed
Garbage is how you all come across
Before I smoke y'all don't
Want none of ours i'll get you robbed
Members only nigga, it's the mobb
You niggas washed
Garbage is how you all come across
Before I smoke y'all don't
Want none of ours i swear to god
I'll get you robbed
Members only nigga, it's the mobb

Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor-
Conductor, we have a problem!

Yo, yo, ayo, ayo
All of you goofy niggas is washed
Could never sit at the table
I could rest some of the
Baddest broads out Palm Angels
Stay clean, rock the queen labels
My white bitch bad, she look like Sable
Yeah I came a long way
From selling the Js yay
Now my face on cable
Fiendin' to be everywhere that I go
Still runnin' shit both legs tied
With my eyes closed
Too preoccupied with the game stuck
In a grime zone watch your mouth
Niggas get indicted off an iPhone
They come in disguise to buy what chemists
Your naked eye probably thought the
Shit was a rhinestone
Hollow head out the 45 leave your mind blown
You niggas all robbers and sideshow
Yeah I saw a murder on Murdell as
I cruised in the ride slow
These lil' niggas wildin'
Claimin' Woo or they ride Cho it's brazy
It's like a shooting after shooting daily
Keep your gun on safety
Clap if niggas play you shady
These rappity rap niggas never
Come across wavy
I'm the boss baby, better know that
This that new dope
Pull up where your nose at
I know it's excellent
Give me all that cash that you
Holdin' after you test a bit
Clap a sheep after I send
Shots where the shepherd is
Money ain't evil, it's the person
Your friends want you broke
To get some paper, he a serpent
Try to double cross
The doctor be wrappin' your head
Up like a turbant
Could have been 223s out the 'burban, nigga

Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor-

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