Lyrics

[Chorus] Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home Got my backyard, that shit bigger than Rome God, that forehead talkin', that shit look like a dome Pulled up to the stu' in a Versace robe Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh'fuckin' pope Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes Tryna tell them that my shit just so dope In the beginning I hade no hope Now I finally see how I can cope [Post-Chorus] Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'fuckin' wrеckin' Put a bitch up for ransom like Lil Tecca Grudges 'gainst mе, like, I'm talkin' Becca Welsh motherfucker, shout out Bambino Beck-a Call me fuckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker" Diablo [Verse] You made a one, and a three Then you act like you need me, you're back on my PP Fam, I'm back in my wheelies, back on my TV Most you motherfuckers sittin' down by Chris Breezy Don't ask me how to rap, 'cause this shit ain't easy I'm only 13, I don't have the keys, G It's been two fucking hours, fam, you gotta believe me I feel like the Diva, I am a achiever Imagine Dragons, "Believer," makin' my land like a beaver I can't take this shit no more, I need a breather Smokin' seven cigs a day, I think I got the fever Temperature hotter than the middle-east, uh I'm more than just priest, uh Man, fuck that shit, my heart's so cold I ain't got a motive, but I sure got a loco Heart so cold, it be needin' some cocoa I'll make you go broke, bro I'm finna go slow, woah I been on my fuckin' grind Eat that shit like supper time I think I need another .9 I think I need another line Bye—what a surprise, need a fuckin' torch to wander in the dark Heart be made of iron, like I'm fucking Tony Stark Strugglin' for my life, that shit finna fall 'part Fat, but doin' business, call me fucking Paul Blart I talked to my idol, now my Discord all marked [Chorus] Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home Got my backyard, that shit bigger than Rome God, that forehead talkin', that shit look like a dome Pulled up to the stu' in a Versace robe Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh'fuckin' pope Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes Tryna tell them that my shit just so dope In the beginning I hade no hope Now I finally see how I can cope [Post-Chorus] Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'fuckin' wreckin' Put a bitch up for ransom like Lil Tecca Grudges 'gainst me, like, I'm talkin' Becca Welsh motherfucker, shout out Bambino Beck-a Call me fuckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker" Diablo