Rome Streetz
Bucketz
[Verse 1: Daniel Son]
Ever since I dropped Remo they been fuckin' with that kid from the north
Love to fuck a big girl she can't fit in a Porsche
Gotta go commando she can't fit in her shorts
Banned from the Crab Shack she ate the shrimp out of port
God damn my dude Ima force out here
They wasn't cheffin' up shit I taught a course out here
Brought a different type of flavor to the fire, I'm related to the chemist, you related to the buyer
Every time I made more monеy when my people would switch
Madе me think of simple times like "I don't need to get rich"
But I go hard for my profit and lead my team by example
You weird when you coppin', we killin' fiends off the samples
Too much Grabba' in the woods make my lungs hot
Alpha in the cops with tizzy out through the Junks block
Sit in the lab and make a bag off a drunk thot
Shorty from the truck stop shot up in her leg and got a blood clot

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Uh, Ayo
Ock' It's fifty dollars for one rock
These n***as got garbage up the block so they come cop
Over here, they bring stems and smoking gear
Beam up then sit in a chair stiff with frozen stares
Stuck, all hustling was never luck bag it all even the dust, sell it and level up
Never trust n***as further than my eyesight, real shit I'd rather the bucks fuck the limelight
You lames dick ride and find new n***as to rhyme like but you'll never be better, need the cheddar LeBron height
Or Mike's I preform like Floyd or Barry Bonds lit off the 'roids
Shit change now fiends want the Fentanyl mix with the boy
That's the only high they seem to enjoy, this the new batch
Put it on the streets and quadruple a few stacks
The whole family eat then we Gucci that's how you do scrap
When I'm in the booth, I produce crack
N***as got plug talk in they rap with no facts to prove that