Peri Peri - Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz

Uh, it’s Rome Streetz

Y’all motherfuckers lookin' bad out here, nigga

Fuckin' horrible

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 niggas that’ll spray you up like a barber after a cut (Bah, bah,

bah)

Wear a shit bag, you get clapped in your gut

As far as your rappin', it sucks, facts, my mackin' illustrious

Pretty sluts lust to get in touch with us

Been through hell and back, still I know God got me

I levelled up, now I’m fuckin' 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 niggas watch nothing thought-provokin' (Nothing)

I went from cold jail cells to headliner when the show was closin' (I did)

My niggas keep the poles from Arizona to

Fuck 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

Nigga, fuck outta here

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

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