ALFA ROMEO NO JULIET by 10KDunkin Lyrics
[Intro]
(It's DJ Gren8de)
(Niko)
(I love DJ Gren8de)
[Chorus]
This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin'
Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me
I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason
I pray every night but I be outside with them demons
I think I need to talk to the deacon
You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin'
I just might be in this bitch tweakin'
[Verse]
She said she love my hair 'cause it remind her of The Weeknd
I told her she was trippin'
You know I'm SOS I'm not no OVO
You know I'm SOS but I was on OVO radio
I'm goin' on right now, these hoes don't ever wanna go home
Glock in my hand, it ain't shit to let it blow
I got a knock at the door and now I'm clutchin' on that pole
I'm in that Alfa Romeo, she wanna be my Juliet
I ain't know which way to go and then I ran into that check
I could bet it all on me, I'm either in that AMG or that SRT
I pick up, "Watch what you say to me, I think they tapped my phone"
I be on the road, she said I barely be at home, I barely be at home
[Chorus]
This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin'
Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me
I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason
I pray every night but I be outside with them demons
I think I need to talk to the deacon
You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin'
I just might be in this bitch tweakin'
(It's DJ Gren8de)
(Niko)
(I love DJ Gren8de)
[Chorus]
This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin'
Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me
I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason
I pray every night but I be outside with them demons
I think I need to talk to the deacon
You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin'
I just might be in this bitch tweakin'
[Verse]
She said she love my hair 'cause it remind her of The Weeknd
I told her she was trippin'
You know I'm SOS I'm not no OVO
You know I'm SOS but I was on OVO radio
I'm goin' on right now, these hoes don't ever wanna go home
Glock in my hand, it ain't shit to let it blow
I got a knock at the door and now I'm clutchin' on that pole
I'm in that Alfa Romeo, she wanna be my Juliet
I ain't know which way to go and then I ran into that check
I could bet it all on me, I'm either in that AMG or that SRT
I pick up, "Watch what you say to me, I think they tapped my phone"
I be on the road, she said I barely be at home, I barely be at home
[Chorus]
This shit prolly hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna leave, I'm tired of niggas hatin'
Same niggas hating on me, same niggas who wanna be me
I'm going up fast, I heard you niggas tryna kill me for no reason
I pray every night but I be outside with them demons
I think I need to talk to the deacon
You think you don't but I still hear the preacher preachin'
I just might be in this bitch tweakin'