Pyrex Pot Poetry Lyrics by Rome Streetz, Royalz (rap)
Pyrex Pot Poetry
2022
[Intro Skit] "When nearly eighty percent of American families invite you into their homes These are something special Welcome to the world of Pyrex glass bakeware" [Verse 1: al.divino] Yo, yo Hundred pot of bitter sliding, dealing what you need? (I got whatever) Pyrex plus degrees, always something up the sleeve (yur) Cut your bitch you bleed the same (uhuh) Made so much off the plug told him "Keep the change" (keep that) Catalogue cost a key of 'Caine (woo) Back sound like adlibs from Lil Fame and Billy Danzе (Brrrrt) Pistol whip you with it if the blicky jam, eliminate thе middle man Get it from the source, smoke you like loose ports (Smoke) No pallet in my Stone Island shorts (Stone) By the rhyme time warp, light you up like July Fourth (Blow) Need a Porsche Panamera with suicide doors (Skrrt) Supply substances to customers sit over the stove while the butters cook (Swim) Hundred blunts and a cup of Hen', my bitch rock a fur like Foxy Brown (What?) Four pound in her purse, turn to Bermuda if the cops around (uhuh) Then he made bape shit, bakers mit', paper flip No plays, then we'd play the strip (We out here) [Verse 2 : Rome Streetz] It's pay to get, night and day the yayo flip (uhuh) Fuck a JO, bitch around my way I'm the fiends favorite (yuh) Fuck a fade, left my foes faces with a razor rip This raves for a roach I wrote dope come and take a sniff (uhuh) Vacant strip, clippin' with the two for thirties (Real shit) Do you dirty like life is in a box with a rusty Ox' Truck me Ock', if cops rush ya' spot better flush your stock (Flush it) Poetry from out the Pyrex pot or piles of paper we plot Won't stop 'till we got a lot (Facts) For years I was paying rent of the molly rocks (uhuh) Now the plans change need acres and a Mazzi' drop (Real) Streetz name ringing from Japan to the Colley Block (All over) 'Cause I been a god, everything you motty' goons not (Strapped) Ya' lines fabricated, my friends flourish off the food with the Fentanyl seen the fetti' we salivated My grandfather ask me "Where I work?" I'm an entrepreneur I quadruple what my package worth (uhuh) Before I spend the bread I stack it first And If my friend turn foe he can relax in the back of Hearse (Brrrrat), nigga
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