Rome Streetz - Rome Streetz - ‘Off Top’ Freestyle lyrics

It's bad influence shit brooklyn shit
Yo, check

Uh, ayo
No friends, niggas is food on a paper plate
Don keep the razor in the right
Palm to scrap your face
Everything I spit on is napalm
To blaze the place
I either low down like Thurston
And draped in Bathing Ape
Rap shit stop working
I'm out to rage a safe like Butch Cassidy
Come from where they die young living rapidly
Work, I pitch it like Cy Young
Come get a pack from me my E plug Japanese
Like half a mil throwing rappers
Off the Tappan Zee
My rap quotes like crack smoke
Get a packing fiend
My artistry is God degree
Untouchable like Sean Connery
All y'all niggas trash, honestly
Tight jeans and purses
Amphetamine fiends pissin’ on yourself
Slumped off lean, moving worthless
The one the pretty birds worship
Recite my words like Bible verses
Been nice since my first shit
Out for the paper with the dead faces
Ducking Fed cases, fuck the DA
Judge and the baliff
My life a movie, live unruly
Rocking Gucci Asics
Groupies throw me the coochie
Truly it's all basic
Charmer, did dirt, disregarded karma
Move bands worth a contra
Band out the charger
And your fiends came to me
'cause my bags larger
And they know the price is
Right like Bob Barker
6-4-hundred, got em rushing
Like Dolph Lundgren
It's the God with the bars dumb
And, for real
You '85-ers better stay in line
I could turn 5 to 85 with this brain of mine
You niggas way behind, waving 9
Making pay decline
Pilling dimes out their negligee
It's all basic, slime
Only blickers what I keep close and
Freak hoes that deep throat
Moschino ski coat, show macheesmo
Baggy full of fishscale
Perico for a fiend's nose
Burning trees in German Vs
A verse from me is third degree
Murder spree, bars like Bourbon Street
Insatiable thirst for CREAM
Your whole team serpentine
Bunch of snakes with no loyalty
Need the bread to stack tall
Like it's a Coya tree
Stash half a lawyer fee
Got it out the soil, what it sports to me
Serve it to him right out the foil
And then he caught it freeze
I'm 'bout it 'bout like Master
P with the Carti Airs i'm on it
In the apartment breaking down the square
My shawty on the Greyhound
Been working hubris air
150 grams, 80 xans, transformed the bands
Understand?
Whatever's in the bag, bet they snorting it
Straw for four more when he caught the drip
Fuck a paycheck
My clientele keep me fraugelent
Trash nigga's songs come on
We fast forward it
You rocking Mascara, I come from the mask era
Known to book a stash, causing mass terror
No pressure, I been dope like black tar
Could spit inside a ziploc and sell
It for a stack or more nigga

It's Rome Streez brrrrt
Bahp, bahp, bahp