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letra de bandoleros - rome streetz & ransom

[verse 1: lou from paradise]
ay, just copped a trip to cali, i won’t be there long
i brought the weight on the plane, yeah the pierre bourne
and i’m a playboi, word to p’ierre bourne
sleep with an onlyfans b-tch and then delete their p-rn
h-rns on my hat, but i ain’t cappin’, man
pull up to your show just to clap at fans
rappin’ like i’m tryna leave the trap again
i be with rapper ran’, please don’t get slapped on cam
run off on the plug make him buy it back with tax again
your b-tch been a fan, we be makin’ dinner plans
my guys know we linkin’ bios before instagram
f-ck your floridian neighbors, i feel like k!lla cam’
y’all still stuck on an island, y’all a gilligan
my favorite rappers got older and go on live yellin’, times tellin’
b-tch i’m still outside, i be besides felons
i’m the only superstar lou, i’m the coolest spitta out
eat ’em, y’all is food and liquor, b-tch i’m rude and sicker
your girl’s a sly, you’ll be surprised what she do for pictures
she tryna get you back for cheatin’ on ben lewis sister
i know the little boy mad ’cause i screwed his sister
kissed her ass, but f-ck his whole family, this sh-t incest
i send shots, you send threats
i blew ten checks, don’t even know where them sh-ts went
i’m bustin’ his smile, they tryna run with a style i been left
and i ain’t’ in my f-ckin’ right mind, b-tch i been left, yeah
[verse 2: ransom]
ran’s a hero to those scarfaces
paid k!llers and bandoleros holdin’ guitar cases
i’m a level above whatever’s beyond greatness
bringin’ points forward, it’s like i’m tyin’ lebron’s laces
spittin’ bars with a calm patience
the first body i caught i vomited, corpses let off a strong fragrance
think you f-ckin’ with the wrong vagrants, these n-ggas all cavemen
every foul committed was all flagrant
h-ll on earth is what your god showed me
i copped a large rollie and chained with somethin’ chico debarge owed me
“f-ck the plug” is what my mom told me
and her son will pack somethin’ that lift a n-gga to mars, homie
pistol on the side of my left hip with a fresh clip
ffeel a draft, adjustin’ my aim to get me the best pick
bullets do travel especially when they set trip
sixteen’s get spit when your heart beat and your chest skip
check this, my n-ggas rest less when they restless
you breathless, i had prison photos placed in my press kit
i think you n-ggas on a death wish
dressed to k!ll, k!ll a n-gga in his fresh drip would be the best sh-t

[verse 3: rome streetz]
ayo, i had new work, and told the customer come test this
hustled for four records so could care less about your best list
was compressing coke before a n-gga had a press kit
the peons perform poor i’m less than impressed with
your neck slit, slid the razor across your face in the gauze
tryna spend all of my days blowin’ haze in the loft
it’s like a maze in new york
i got my pay from baggin’ molly on a tray and whippin’ yay’ with a fork
my name ringin’ from the bay to the fort
and even further for verse murder, if it’s paper let’s converse further
i only intermingle with earners
smart n-ggas but they still learners, with louis vuitton cases for their burners
no scholarship, just dirty dollars and ghetto politics, sly b-tches that’ll ride the d-ck
rob you then pass off your cross like allen iverson
skywalker, born with the force, nothin’ as fly exists
[verse 4: tyrant]
could tell you it’s a better way but who am i to speak?
honestly i’ve come to the conclusion this is how it’s gotta be
considering the options we’re presented with as n-ggas
just risk life imprisonment, i’d live life in prison than poverty
tryna teach my kind of speech corrupts the mind of your might
i seen n-ggas slidin’ ’cause they rather die than do life
know what we survivin’ through right?
somethin’ far from a lovely scene
though nothing changes but seasons my n-gga, no matter what it seem
no other dream, some cracker could george floyd me in may weather
and next spring my family gon’ be the money team
it’s a f-ckin’ scheme, it sits straight to your death
to die knowing it’s no hope to generational wealth
stop and think to yourself
“why n0body lord and savior still ain’t came in to help?”
i got you strainin’ your steps, i’m a livin’ descendant of the black wall street mask
and you can change at the black maybach back c-rs-at passenger
are we savages? yeah, just as evil as they depict us
rollin’ up garden of eden inside a sweet swisher
my freak b-tch from the pharmacy about to reach in this
start sn-tchin’ names of these percs, that’s how we read scriptures
see n-gga? how my posse not famous?
my mugshot alone the same value as a basquiat painting
family out vegas, plottin’ on the way that i could win this sh-t
this b-tch come out here i bend her over
rupture the southern hemisphere, it’s god, n-gga

- rome streetz ransom

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