Lil Romeo

Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin' Leather sweatpants that's Rick Owens Skinny so the blick showin' Semi with the dick showin' Private 757 big Boeing Tell my pilot I said get goin' Yellow bone with me skin glowin' Of course her friend joined They do what I say they be ten-fourin' And ain't no venmoin' Light the J like I be Lin knowin' The bay I'm ignorin' Blow the paper like a vent blowin' Just like some rent blowin' It's Tunechi yo Clarecuzio Kitchen in the studio Soft top double R That's the Ricky Rubio Beautiful Diamonds dancin' like they in the musical Optical illusional Jordan Farmar - ceuticals Uh, ooh Uh, wait, wait Fuck is my lighter? Ooh, wait Mm, yeah Uh And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every floor be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo Wait Uh, yeah Uh, yeah That's Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah I bought a pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Last night I had a fight with my sleep I guess the coke got in my pores from touchin' all the bricks So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each I got 'em bitin' ears and bitin' they teeth I'm talkin' 'bout that good snow Temp low Don't be surprised if I sneeze Excuse me, God Bless me Thank you Socks on the coupe cover the ankles I'm drivin' so fast I might sprain 'em They be tryna' bite the style, like a Caymen But we know it's all Wayne, there's no Damon Only God could judge me Jesus piece on at my arraignment Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Explain it Dang, the dang chains on Lookin' sweeter than a Danish Paintin' pictures with his guts, artistic genius I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers "And in God I trust" Mwah My Nina say she wanna get her body done Before I load the gun, I tell my bullets all we got is us Look, lamb Mignon, blaze propellers Blunt long as Coachella Mother knows best and Daddy don't know no better I know you' smell 'em It's young Tunechi coka My Uncle Rufus just sold D we burnin' down the dope house This shit calamities Animals And they all with the shit unanimous I'm sicker than an ambulance I'm shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pamperin' She foreign, Yugoslavian I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin Uh wait Yeah, yeah Uh And that's lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every floor be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo Wait Uh, yeah Uh, yeah That's Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah I bought a pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait