Bermuda

Lyrics

[Intro] Brady (Yo) Ayo, yo, yo Yo, TCP [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] I need my bitch loyal to my bullshit, no republican Rich enough to be republican, the Mornin' Joe (Yo, yo, yo) Fuck the Joe Public, this ain't no Lil Pump (KnahImean?) We big pimpin', Trump type, I'm not your average Joe Duct tape on the pump, stick talk, wooden stock, uh I come from good stock, knock your block off (Yo, yo) A chip off the O block, this ain't TikTok My own niggas think they O'Block (Yeah), the new O-Dog (Hahahaha) Young, black, and don't give a fuck (Yeah), I'm givin' jobs I don't steal, I rob, black turtle neck (Yo, yo, yo) Like I'm Steve Jobs, key fobs and keep pads too Atleast three pads, pad lock the shit You niggas better off dead, my bullets sprayin' like bad news News cameras on half thе avenue (Shit taped off) Uh, thеy say bad news travels fast (Yo, yo, yo) Bally shoes in my travel bag (The Fly, nigga) Old horsemouth bitch, Dior saddle bag I'm flaggin' redbones, like a yellow cab [Interlude: Willie the Kid & Rome Streetz] It's Willie I'm just fuckin' with you, baby You know I fuck with you (Ayo) [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] My bitch a goddess, her look exotic (Aha) Right there when I'm cookin' product, said, "Baby, you got it, all them niggas garbage" (Niggas trash) If you stupid, you should do the knowledge (Word) And keep your mouth silent if your speech ain't got nothin' to do with dollars (Shut the fuck up) As a youth, kept the deuce deuce pocket-popper (Popper) Put some hot copper in your posture First them niggas give you props and then they try to mock ya Try to duplicate my dance moves, fool, you just another imposter (Fuck outta here) Attempt to ride my wave and got washed, look, now my stock up (Aha) I rap, I'm still a crook, got blind bitches tryna watch us (For real) Every day a different designer rocker (Yuh) Easy for me to eat in this era, 'cause these niggas here ain't rhymin' proper (Niggas washed) Take a hit of this, align your chakras When I dine, it's Ocean Prime with the lobster, shots of vodka (What else?) Suit and tie, been thuggin' like 'Pac when he shot the cops up (Aha) All these niggas food, I view this rap shit as a potluck (I do) No wins is what you got in mi casa, you a hasa Probably got pork on your plate, you niggas washed up [Outro: Rome Streetz] Fuck outta here