Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seizure , by - Rome Streetz. Release date: 22.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seizure |
| Y’all got the testers, man? |
| Nigga, it ain’t even nine o’clock and you fiendin' on the, get the fuck outta |
| here |
| Damn |
| Yo, why you act like that, yo? |
| What, for these junkie motherfuckers? |
| So you just gon' take his money all day and treat him like a dog? |
| How I’m supposed to treat him? |
| I don’t know |
| But you ain’t gotta punk him like that |
| He punked himself, he a goddamn drug addict |
| And you a goddamn drug dealer |
| Uh, no contract from rap |
| I’m still bustin' moves, wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap |
| Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat |
| But the shit I spat circulate the map, generatin' racks |
| While you niggas strugglin', wishin' to make a stack |
| Tryna imitate the latest major act |
| I razorblade your face |
| Leave it hangin', the ER gon' have to staple back |
| Knock a rapper head clean off with his chain attached |
| Same exact plug I been dealin' with for a minute |
| Always keep it A1, so I be re-in' up consistent |
| I crystalize my rhymes so you can sniff it |
| Design it to electrify your mind when the drip hit |
| Been fully equipped with laser beams on the biscuit |
| Fry you niggas over the chicken with the quickness |
| We blow loud trees and piss Cris' |
| The dope you sellin' barely a six |
| Catch a seizure off a whiff of my shit |
| I need forty acres to live and a Maserati |
| And expand from sellin' grams in my building lobby |
| Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies |
| Inspired by Big Meech and said fuck Gotti |
| Brave heart, wise mind, you got a frail spirit |
| Peace to bitches bringin' scalpels on a jail visit |
| Deep in some shit I can’t speak about |
| You line-sniffin' niggas pennin' pages that’s garbage thinkin' it’s heat, |
| I’m 'bout |
| To throw hooks at your nose 'til the coke leakin' out |
| Rolled the dough, I took the scenic route |
| It’s mandatory that I get the cash first, fuck seekin' clout |
| Shit on so many rap niggas, I ain’t keepin' count |
| Rock the custom suede Wallys and the fleece is Ralph |
| .223s'll knock the wave off your scalp |
| Got smoke for all you niggas like I brought hookah |
| I go in the booth and spew puke up |
| I’m Krueger to you and your producer |
| Black frames with the gold Medusa |
| Made dough off the flow, but most the cash came from the users |
| All you niggas is little, I clap you motherfuckers like a school shooter |
| Reap bigger benefits, you make smarter moves |
| Hungry snakes want your plate, better guard your food |
| My mind shine like sparkling jewels |
| That’s why none of these rappers can fuck with me, don’t get that part confused |
| Motherfucker |
| It’s Rome Streetz |