Alpha Romeo - I

I slice shit up like samurai
I been paid I been fly
I'm the one they call to slide
I'm the one hitting your chick from the backside
Im the one that been toting that fire
Spin you block gunfire
You clientele I got the supply
I'm the one they admire

I'm the one in my section with the Jordan Dior
Im bussing down you girl she a whore
I got him depressed his name is eeor
Everytime I ride I settled the score
I use go to school just to extort
They was rich I wanted more
I had that powder they wanted to snort
Do the dash I put the hoe sport

When I was 12 They said I was dork
Blackstone nigga I dont do pork
I smoke soo much the smell come out pores
Designer smell galore
Dior my outfit
You just a copy that's fake counterfeit
I play offense you on defense nigga dont over commit
I was is designer since the beginning
Slin thick thotty got signs that she committed
In back seat of my honda civic with the windows tinted
Trap house airlines I was flying them pigeons
When Levi's n polo was what was hitting
Balancing the army and trapping like it was physics
They Watching me like I was a free subscription
While counting up digits
She handling business
Swallowing kids sitting down babysitting
Dior fitted I had to get it
Them racks got me committed
Your resume is unaccredited
Snitched you'll never be readmitted

I slice shit up like samurai
I been paid I been fly
I'm the one they call to slide
I'm the one hitting your chick from the backside
Im the one that been toting that fire
Spin you block gunfire
You clientele I got the supply
I'm the one they admire

I'm the one in my section with the Jordan Dior
Im bussing down you girl she a whore
I got him depressed his name is eeor
Everytime I ride I settled the score
I use go to school just to extort
They was rich I wanted more
I had that powder they wanted to snort
Do the dash I put the hoe sport

Cartier frames these are not tom ford
I'm the one that your chick adore
Everytime I shoot I score
I'll shoot from afar and yell out four
My coordination of style is tight
True religion with the doir
They said I'm too fly no I soar
Back then I was poor
I got off my ass and got me way more
Bag up the work grocery store
I need ice hit the jewelry store
That ain't regular fur its boar
Call the plug up I need some drank to pour
I look like a mannequin on the store floor
You are the student I am the mentor
Was splashin designers before I was sophomore
Poking yo girl from the back till she soar
I feel like I'm rhyno omg gore
Those ain't diamonds that's hoar
I got PTSD but I never been to war
I just went up scoreboard
I'm the one your woman left you for

I slice shit up like samurai
I been paid I been fly
I'm the one they call to slide
I'm the one hitting your chick from the backside
Im the one that been toting that fire
Spin you block gunfire
You clientele I got the supply
I'm the one they admire

I'm the one in my section with the Jordan Dior
Im bussing down you girl she a whore
I got him depressed his name is eeor
Everytime I ride I settled the score
I use go to school just to extort
They was rich I wanted more
I had that powder they wanted to snort
Do the dash I put the hoe sport

Written by:
Austin Roundtree

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