Origami
(Whoooo)
Yeah, waddup
(Niggas already know how we coming with this one)
Hahaha, Okay, yeeee
(Waddup Rome)
(R O M E)
Stylin' never fold up, this aura got me paper
If you run down you gettin' lined up we extend the glocks to tapers
Or a shotgun to the chest, next to your kin, I'm passing the buck
Yeah, I got gun-bars in the tuck
Plus can go back to back wit the punch
I'm trynna get high as fuck, yeah
They make noise we make 'em hush, yeah
It ain't too much that I trust, yeah
But I ain't gone lie I'm in love, yeah
I got weed movin' like the 80's
I just got that sack, Tom Brady
She wanna know I'm for real no maybes
She wanna know she always my baby
I can't fuck wit no nigga that's lazy
I can't fuck no bitch that's basic
Me and the plug on a first name basis
They wanna steal my art can't trace it
I ain't doin' no nigga no favors
Ask god I'm the number 1 favorite
They don't like me now, wait til a nigga make it
Everything real don't do no fakin' huh
Stylin' never fold up, this aura got me paper
If you run down you gettin' lined up we extend the glocks to tapers
Or a shotgun to the chest, next to your kin, I'm passing the buck
Yeah, I got gun-bars in the tuck
Plus can go back to back wit the punch
Yeah, waddup
(Niggas already know how we coming with this one)
Hahaha, Okay, yeeee
(Waddup Rome)
(R O M E)
Stylin' never fold up, this aura got me paper
If you run down you gettin' lined up we extend the glocks to tapers
Or a shotgun to the chest, next to your kin, I'm passing the buck
Yeah, I got gun-bars in the tuck
Plus can go back to back wit the punch
I'm trynna get high as fuck, yeah
They make noise we make 'em hush, yeah
It ain't too much that I trust, yeah
But I ain't gone lie I'm in love, yeah
I got weed movin' like the 80's
I just got that sack, Tom Brady
She wanna know I'm for real no maybes
She wanna know she always my baby
I can't fuck wit no nigga that's lazy
I can't fuck no bitch that's basic
Me and the plug on a first name basis
They wanna steal my art can't trace it
I ain't doin' no nigga no favors
Ask god I'm the number 1 favorite
They don't like me now, wait til a nigga make it
Everything real don't do no fakin' huh
Stylin' never fold up, this aura got me paper
If you run down you gettin' lined up we extend the glocks to tapers
Or a shotgun to the chest, next to your kin, I'm passing the buck
Yeah, I got gun-bars in the tuck
Plus can go back to back wit the punch
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Writer(s): Jerome Lacy
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