Romeo N Juliet

Sliding in this Alfa Romeo who wanna be my Juliet
LA fitness I just stretch the bitch than dip on her and flex
Said she love me but she only came around cause of this check
Nigga must be sick ask where he from and threw up his set

Damn maybe I'm tweaking
But it seem like this rap shit getting easy
How you hating and you still wanna be me
I repent after church I'm outside with the demons
We pull up in them suits shooters looking like deacons
Once you get up all these niggas start leaching
Ice on my neck loose yo hand if you reaching
I know some niggas who kill for no reason
Fuck her I only call her on the week end
Nobody saved me I dove in the deep end
Front end back end just give me each end
Bought it all cash ain't a thing that I'm leasing
I like petite hoes I ain't tripping bout her ass
Got a drake on me she the best I ever had
Add and subtract the money I'm still failing math
Got that shit in my pants with a belt they still sag
Yea I don't wanna fuck that's too much give me face
Got yo bitch face down like she saying her grace
I spent your check for this shit on my waist
Rich shooter boy we hit ya block in wraith
He was acting suspect I turned him to a victim
We caught the nigga lacking like madden we stick em
Wet up his block spend around we gone drench him
Man yo shooter Pooh boy I think you should bench him
Star like Patrick I'm in the hills like Beverly
Ain't no scaring me if I'm lacking you might as well bury me
No sparing me I did her dirty apparently
They call me Rick I always keep that flair with me
Ain't no elevator I keep steppers like stairs with me
I been thinking if I die tonight who would care for me
They love you more when you die while I'm here better cherish me

Sliding in this Alfa Romeo who wanna be my Juliet
LA fitness I just stretch the bitch than dip on her and flex
Said she love me but she only came around cause of this check
Nigga must be sick ask where he from and threw up his set



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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