Bermuda lyrics

[Intro]
Brady (Yo)
Ayo, yo, yo
Yo, TCP

[Verse 1: Willie the Kid]
I need my b*tch loyal to my bullsh*t, no republican
Rich enough to be republican, the Mornin' Joe (Yo, yo, yo)
f*ck the Joe Public, this ain't no Lil Pump (KnahImean?)
We big pimpin', Trump type, I'm not your average Joe
Duct tape on the pump, stick talk, wooden stock, uh
I come from good stock, knock your block off (Yo, yo)
A chip off the O block, this ain't TikTok
My own n*ggas think they O'Block (Yeah), the new O-Dog (Hahahaha)
Young, black, and don't give a f*ck (Yeah), I'm givin' jobs
I don't steal, I rob, black turtle neck (Yo, yo, yo)
Like I'm Steve Jobs, key fobs and keep pads too
Atleast three pads, pad lock the sh*t
You n*ggas better off dead, my bullets sprayin' like bad news
News cameras on half thе avenue (sh*t taped off)
Uh, thеy say bad news travels fast (Yo, yo, yo)
Bally shoes in my travel bag (The Fly, n*gga)
Old horsemouth b*tch, Dior saddle bag
I'm flaggin' redbones, like a yellow cab

[Interlude: Willie the Kid & Rome Streetz]
It's Willie
I'm just f*ckin' with you, baby
You know I f*ck with you (Ayo)
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
My b*tch a goddess, her look exotic (Aha)
Right there when I'm cookin' product, said, "Baby, you got it, all them n*ggas garbage" (n*ggas trash)
If you stupid, you should do the knowledge (Word)
And keep your mouth silent if your speech ain't got nothin' to do with dollars (Shut the f*ck up)
As a youth, kept the deuce deuce pocket-popper (Popper)
Put some hot copper in your posture
First them n*ggas give you props and then they try to mock ya
Try to duplicate my dance moves, fool, you just another imposter (f*ck outta here)
Attempt to ride my wave and got washed, look, now my stock up (Aha)
I rap, I'm still a crook, got blind b*tches tryna watch us (For real)
Every day a different designer rocker (Yuh)
Easy for me to eat in this era, 'cause these n*ggas here ain't rhymin' proper (n*ggas washed)
Take a hit of this, align your chakras
When I dine, it's Ocean Prime with the lobster, shots of vodka (What else?)
Suit and tie, been thuggin' like 'Pac when he shot the cops up (Aha)
All these n*ggas food, I view this rap sh*t as a potluck (I do)
No wins is what you got in mi casa, you a hasa
Probably got pork on your plate, you n*ggas washed up

[Outro: Rome Streetz]
f*ck outta here