ALFA ROMEO NO JULIET

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's DJ Gren8de) (Niko) (I love DJ Gren8de) [Chorus] This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin' Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason I pray every night but I be outside with them demons I think I need to talk to the deacon You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin' I just might be in this bitch tweakin' [Verse] She said she love my hair 'cause it remind her of The Weeknd I told her she was trippin' You know I'm SOS I'm not no OVO You know I'm SOS but I was on OVO radio I'm goin' on right now, these hoes don't ever wanna go home Glock in my hand, it ain't shit to let it blow I got a knock at the door and now I'm clutchin' on that pole I'm in that Alfa Romeo, she wanna be my Juliet I ain't know which way to go and then I ran into that check I could bet it all on me, I'm either in that AMG or that SRT I pick up, "Watch what you say to me, I think they tapped my phone" I be on the road, she said I barely be at home, I barely be at home [Chorus] This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin' Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason I pray every night but I be outside with them demons I think I need to talk to the deacon You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin' I just might be in this bitch tweakin'