Romulus

Grey*59, Grey*59, Grey*59, Grey*59

I'll be that droopy motherfucker in the all-black hoodie

Call up Ruby with the all-black Uzi

Smokin' on Frooti while I'm fuckin' wit' a groupie

Grabbin' on her booty, call me Yung Hank Moody

Got the red in my eyes, call me Yung October

People say my eyes low, but I'm just tryna get 'em lower

All-day smoker with a hate for bein' sober

Kyle Korver with the threes, throw 'em up and get slumped

Black bitch sittin' shotty, white girl in the trunk

Lil' weird motherfucker with some gold on my gums

Knuckin' and buckin', bitch, it's Grey*59

I'm flippin' and whippin' and dealin' for them dollar signs

Bitches tellin' me that I got pretty eyes

But when that crescent turn into a full moon

They roll in the back of my head, it ain't a pretty sight

Fifty-nine shots in my twisty spine

Two screws in my fuckin' ankle

I'd rather that than two nails in my fuckin' wrist

I be that filthy Christ with a crown of barbed wire

Feelin' tipsy off some sticky Sprite

Roll the blunt, I'm lightin' up some misty pine

Grey is the color of my fuckin' skin

I ain't a white boy, bitch, dead is what I been

Wearin' gold only 'cause I gotta pay the reaper

I be that 7th Ward Dragon, fuckin' fire-breather