Ransom & Rome Streetz

Ugly Balenciaga
Conductor Real shit god, you niggas garbage, do better Rock the blue sweater, keep a few hoes like Hugh Hefner Hold a huge Heckler, let off two if it's new pressure I hold smoke, hollow flow to your low coat Fuck a job, we robbed and sold dope Ice on a gold rope Fuck your life nigga, I two-piece the po' I'm Smooth B, I sold Pete Rock for C-notes Dice games in the staircase, ghetto casino Was really on the scene doе, I know Pookie and Nino I got G Money when I coppеd my first three Os Locked up signs was throwin' piss on the CO Was told do all my dirt fo' dolie and be low Real shit, I had to build and scam just to get the dough Play with the bread, I'll blam your head like Bam Bam Bigelow Really run this shit, every goddamn nigga know If it ain't my clique it's slow, Griselda (Griselda) Made a nice profit pushin' paraphernalia Switched, now it's only audio dope that I sell ya Fuck the police, never friendly with those that jail ya Tryna fuck with me results in failure Nigga Shame what these lames do for dollars Letras de cancionesBeen played the game but the shit ugly like chunky Balenciagas Takin' risk just to stuff money in my joggers Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers Nigga Shame what these lames do for dollars Been played the game but the shit ugly like chunky Balenciagas Takin' risk just to stuff money in my joggers Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers Ayo I want a mansion, with high ass ceilings the money dancin' All about advancin' my finances, I used to take chances Throwin' rocks at the prison cops my opposition Got my spot clickin' buyin' oats and poppy, dropped the ticket Pay for the demonstration, show you how to flip it Drug gymnast, mixin' powder like a chemist Found myself dwellin' on the dark side 'cause I was tempted By the fly shit, that I'd do anything to get it Raised by a single mother, pops an absentee If I had some guidance, shit'd probably be different, the trap attracted me They try to keep you blind to all the facts but I had to see From where the grimy guys survive, the good face the tragedy Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! From Letras Mania