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[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Yo She see me on Instagram, see me on Twitter Slid in my DM, and told me I'm that nigga I'm like "baby, that's what's up, I love your game, keep runnin' it I beat the pussy, put it on punishment" She reply "Romey, understand, I'm not one of them hoes you used to" We do what we do and then you do you Player shit, puttin' up buckets in the game and I'm your favorite Them niggas play the nosebleeds seats, just lookin' flavorless I came in the game and had my way with it Got the slab out the lab, sold it to you straight, I ain't waited shit Patience is a virtue, but I took it, I ain't wait for it From where everybody's smile is crooked, watch your acquaintances You know the vibe though, live from N.Y The stack is high, stay chinky-eyed off the lye smoke Profit off the product that we pumpin' like Costco Niggas claim they king but it's not so Out the corner, the market [?] Top hoes light up when I touch 'em like an iPhone Niggas sayin' that they this and that, but really my clones Everything that Streetz drop is fresh like Sly Stone Major League shit, pull your bitch, then slide home Been fly, got your wiz givin' up wise dome Ask her who she love, she reply "Rome", nigga [Verse 2: Bub Rock] Look See me on the 'book, she on Twitter tweetin' It ain't hard to tell I'm that nigga, peep it Quarantine, COVID-19, wave, spin it Usually, I let it grow, she thinkin' I'm nigga-rican Shots fire, trigger squeezin' I'm the shit baby, I got a gift into the season Rock that is, knock me Hoes feelin' my aura, on a run since a snot-nose Game minus the quarters, name acknowledged by giants, they got nada on us Dollars on my person I like her, make her put the nine in her purses Verses, I'm at 99 percent Fancy, memories, lean on 'em, cursive Aight you dirty, bleep it like curse words You heard this verse like Kurt Loder My shirt Calvin, boxers the same We pop it, make shit move like Doctor Strange Helicopter or plane, we get high, stay fly Playmaker, 2006 NBA Live Give 'em D-Wade vibes Got heat, tip-toein' drip when I rock kicks Not sneak, life's sneaky, that's not me Oh I see, it's Rock and Streetz, stop it We're really at where they're tryna be Plottin' on god degree Red line, packin' like leather on Prada sneaks Moonwalkin' on them trophy rappers and novelty Rock, they novice, remind 'em of Jay and Nasir in '96 Niggas sayin' they king, and [?], Rock Fuck outta here