[Intro: Sir Rome]
Sir Rome, b*tch, ayy
[Verse 1: Sir Rome]
Ayy, yeah, I run it up, n*gga
Haters mad, 'cause they can not f*ck with us, n*gga
Me and EZ here and we stay counting bucks, n*gga
Not from the slumps, but I will thump you up, n*gga
This ain’t what you want, or is it?
Haters mad, 'cause I stay worried 'bout my business
Talking ’bout llamas, turn yo' ass into some chicken
f*cking on yo' b*tch, and that b*tch is delicious
[Chorus: Sir Rome]
Ayy, yeah, I run it up, n*gga
Haters mad, 'cause they cannot get like us
Keep on talking and we gon quiet down all that fuss
And we'll knock you down if yo' ass keep acting tuff
[Verse 2: Young EZ]
[Chorus: Sir Rome]
Ayy, yeah, I run it up, n*gga
Haters mad, 'cause they cannot get like us
Keep on talking and we gon quiet down all that fuss
And we'll knock you down if yo’ ass keep acting tuff
[Interlude: Sir Rome]
Hold on, hold on
You n*ggas thought we was done?
EZ still got a verse for y’all
[Verse 3: Young EZ]
[Refrain: Young EZ]
[Outro: Sir Rome]
Ayy man y'all n*ggas already know how we stuntin’
Young EZ
Sir Rome, the n*gga on the throne
That gets the most dome
b*tch