CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : ALFA ROMEO NO JULIET
(Niko)
This sh*t prolly' hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna' leave, I'm tired of n***as hatin'
I heard you n***as 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 b*t*h tweakin'
She said she love my hair cause' it remind her of the Weeknd
I'm talkin' 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 sh*t to let it blow
and now I'm clutchin' on that pole
In that Alpha 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 could 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
This sh*t prolly' hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna' leave, I'm tired of n***as hatin'
I heard you n***as 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 b*t*h tweakin'
This sh*t prolly' hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna' leave, I'm tired of n***as hatin'
I heard you n***as 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 b*t*h tweakin'
She said she love my hair cause' it remind her of the Weeknd
I'm talkin' 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 sh*t to let it blow
and now I'm clutchin' on that pole
In that Alpha 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 could 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
This sh*t prolly' hard for real but I make it look easy
None of my hoes wanna' leave, I'm tired of n***as hatin'
I heard you n***as 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 b*t*h tweakin'
