Pistol Whip

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, with no skates I slide on all y'all

You cornballs, you ran outta steam quick, you prepped for your fall off

Got clientele in my call log that want it all soft (Uh-huh)

Got a cuddy that look like Andy Warhol (Haha)

Charge him four hundred for a eight-ball, that's real shit

No time for small talk when it's large paper to deal with (Nah)

Used to cut school, I took the tool on a field trip (I did)

Numb to the music you producin', I don’t feel shit (N***** trash)

My tune's a gunshot to your head- left you a spilled wig

The illest shit is me

Made a money mountain while the world goin' mad over this COVID conspiracy, and government tyranny

I turned ten to twenty-three (Uh-huh), flipped dough into crypto, you'll never limit me (Never)

Keep a hundred feet like a centipede away from weird n***** tryna come around and feed off my energy (Fuck outta here)

Your worst enemy is my inner-me

Left any contender with nothin' but injury

Broken bones on whoever try to intervene

I'm Voorhees in the scene

Chase you down, watch as your blood splatter across the screen

Applied knowledge, all of my customers are sponsors

They keep me fresh, that's why I let 'em slide with nine dollars (Haha), not too often

I used to rock the rugby with the horsemen

Now, usually it's Louis whenever I feel like flossin'

To all those endorsin' weak, weird fraudulent artists that's all novice:

Your eyeball is my target (Bah, bah, bah)

Fuck outta here (Grr, grr), n****

Your eyeball is my target

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

First and foremost— I'm unfuckwitable

Sold all different kind of work, the scale was digital

You n***** still never measure up, that's why I shit on you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

You n***** still never measure up, that's why I shit on you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

Yeah, huh, lemme talk to 'em, ayo

I opened up two stores on an exclusive block

I make twenty stacks clean before two o'clock

And sendin' a thief to come snatch my things is like comin' after the vaccine, 'cause you gon' get your booster shot

Huh, I refuse to lose bread

You won't win takin' advice from them dudes that's spoon-fed

I walk in, now your goons' dead

I walk in, read the room and then I leave the room red

Huh, n****, I'm wide awake

This pistol by my waist will make bullets whistle inside his face

Got cabinets with crystal and china plates

My credentials is major so my issues is minor hate

Huh, I done lost a lot of weight

But taking losses is an honest mistake like when the condom break

To get a brick, know the time it take?

For a couple, put my life on line like I'm tryna find a date

Trust

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

First and foremost— I’m unfuckwitable

Sold all different kind of work, the scale was digital

You n***** still never measure up, that's why I shit on you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you

You n***** still never measure up that's, why I shit on you

Blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin' you