Romulus

I be that droopy motherfucker in a all black hoodie
Call up Ruby with the all black Uzi
Smokin’ on fruity, while I’m fucking with a groupie
Grabbin’ on her booty, call me Yung Hank Moody
Got the red in my eyes, call me Yung October
People say my eyes low, but I’m just tryna get them lower
All day smoker with a hate for being sober
Kyle Korver with the threes, throw ‘em up and get slumped
Black bitch sittin’ shotty, white girl in the trunk
Lil’ weird motherfucker with some gold on my gums
Knuckin’ and buckin’, bitch, it’s Grey*59
I’m flippin’ and whippin’ and dealin’ for them dollar signs

Bitches tellin’ me that I got pretty eyes
But when that crescent turn into a full moon
They roll in the back of my head, it ain’t a pretty sight
Fifty nine shots in my twisty spine (uh)
Two screws in my fucking ankle
I’d rather that than two nails in my fucking wrist
I be that filthy Christ with a crown of barbed wire
Feeling tipsy off some sticky Sprite
Roll the blunt, I’m lighting up some misty pine
Grey is the color of my fucking skin
I ain’t a white boy, bitch, dead is what I been
Wearing gold only ‘cause I gotta pay the reaper
I be that 7th Ward Dragon, fucking fire-breather