Letra de 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