Rome Streetz Favorite Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Yo
She see me on Instagram, see me on Twitter
Slid in my DM, and told me I'm that nigga
I'm like "baby, that's what's up, I love your game, keep runnin' it
I beat the p*ssy, put it on punishment"
She reply "Romey, understand, I'm not one of them hoes you used to"
We do what we do and then you do you
Player shit, puttin' up buckets in the game and I'm your favorite
Them niggas play the nosebleeds seats, just lookin' flavorless
I came in the game and had my way with it
Got the slab out the lab, sold it to you straight, I ain't waited shit
Patience is a virtue, but I took it, I ain't wait for it
From where everybody's smile is crooked, watch your acquaintances
You know the vibe though, live from N.Y
The stack is high, stay chinky-eyed off the lye smoke
Profit off the product that we pumpin' like Costco
Niggas claim they king but it's not so
Out the corner, the market [?]
Top hoes light up when I touch 'em like an iPhone
Niggas sayin' that they this and that, but really my clones
Everything that Streetz drop is fresh like Sly Stone
Major League shit, pull your bitch, then slide home
Been fly, got your wiz givin' up wise dome
Ask her who she love, she reply "Rome", nigga [Verse 2: Bub Rock]
Look
See me on the 'book, she on Twitter tweetin'
It ain't hard to tell I'm that nigga, peep it
Quarantine, COVID-19, wave, spin it
Usually, I let it grow, she thinkin' I'm nigga-rican
Shots fire, trigger squeezin'
I'm the shit baby, I got a gift into the season
Rock that is, knock me
Hoes feelin' my aura, on a run since a snot-nose
Game minus the quarters, name acknowledged by giants, they got nada on us
Dollars on my person
I like her, make her put the nine in her purses
Verses, I'm at 99 percent
Fancy, memories, lean on 'em, cursive
Aight you dirty, bleep it like curse words
You heard this verse like Kurt Loder
My shirt Calvin, boxers the same
We pop it, make shit move like Doctor Strange
Helicopter or plane, we get high, stay fly
Playmaker, 2006 NBA Live
Give 'em D-Wade vibes
Got heat, tip-toein' drip when I rock kicks
Not sneak, life's sneaky, that's not me
Oh I see, it's Rock and Streetz, stop it
We're really at where they're tryna be
Plottin' on god degree
Red line, packin' like leather on Prada sneaks
Moonwalkin' on them trophy rappers and novelty
Rock, they novice, remind 'em of Jay and Nasir in '96
Niggas sayin' they king, and [?], Rock
f*ck outta here