Rome Streetz - Peri Peri lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz] Uh, it's Rome Streetz Y'all motherfu*kers lookin' bad out here, ni**a fu*kin' horrible [Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Ayo, next year you might see me at the Roc Nation brunch Gucci down, work in my pocket in case I gotta make a punch (What you need?) We with wild ni**as that'll spray you up like a barber after a cut (Bah, bah, bah) Wear a sh*t bag, you get clapped in your gut As far as your rappin', it su*ks, facts, my mackin' illustrious Pretty s*uts lust to get in touch with us Been through hell and back, still I know God got me I levelled up, now I'm fu*kin' 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 (Brr, brr, brr) Do you dirty like a pissy lobby Half gram go for thirty, I smell like urban Issey Miyake You ni**as watch nothing thought-provokin' (Nothing) I went from cold jail cells to headliner when the show was closin' (I did) My ni**as keep the poles from Arizona to Nostrand fu*k 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 ni**a, fu*k outta here [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, pearls before swine, greatest of all time Been smoked the 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 [?] told you 'bout the 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 (Brr, brr, brr, brr) And if you don't know, now you know, pussy [Outro: Westside Pootie] 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