Rome - That One Lyrics

Lately my P.O. he just been trippin on me
Lately I been Riding with my pistol on me
I been stressing bad and i just dont know why
Hit the studio and let my soul cry
I need that one for the club
I need that one for the drugs
I need that one for my thugs (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get drunk
My niggas dont give no f*cks (Yea)

Lately I been slipping on my pimpin homie
All these bitches want me i just leave em lonely
I been tryna get it get it out the nud
Leave that bitch on red i know that pussy good
She got that comeback when I call back its saran wrap lots of ass claps ima kill that
A man blind can see that ass cuz its so fat
Make a paralyzed man wanna feel that
Bust 1 Bust 2 then im in my bag
Hut 1 Hut 2 im the Quarterback
We gone get it out the mud til its green grass
And f*ck 12 til i die i aint going back

Lately my P.O. he just been trippin on me
Lately I been Riding with my pistol on me
I been stressing bad and i just dont know why
Hit the studio and let my soul cry
I need that one for the plug
I need that one for the strug
I need that one just because (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get drunk
My niggas dont give no f*cks (Yea)I need that one for the club
I need that one for the drugs
I need that one for my thugs (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get drunk
My niggas dont give no f*cks (Yea)

I want it like 23 for cleveland
Til im on in my city aint leaving
This what I want this my season
Rap my ass off til im wheezing
Like im asthmatic niggas dont want it my niggas bring static
Take everything now your house anorexia
Bitches they want me like 24 karats
Im chasing that check while you niggas walk backwards
I pick up the package my bitch far from average
She workout at bally's she calling me daddy
I lick her like candy she hitting high notes someone give her a Grammy
Make her knees weak so she say she cant stand me
Up in the Pen sending letters like Stanley
Baby fell off went and started a family
Callin my phone like Rome got Damn

Lately my P.O. he just been trippin on me
Lately I been Riding with my pistol on me
I been stressing bad and i just dont know why
Hit the studio and let my soul cry
I need that one for the plug
I need that one for the strug
I need that one just because (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get drunk
My niggas dont give no f*cks (Yea)I need that one for the club
I need that one for the drugs
I need that one for my thugs (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get drunk
My niggas dont give no f*cks (Yea)