Romeo – Rock My Fitted lyrics

(feat. Rich Boyz)

[Hook x2: C-Los]
Rock my P. Millers comin? In my fitted cap
Rock my P. Millers comin? In my fitted cap
(Oh) in my fitted cap (whoa) in my fitted cap
All in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap

[Verse: C-Los]
I'm ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted
Guttar Boyz in it I don't think you dudes serious you's a scrimmage
You see me step out wit P. Miller rims and all the tennis (uh-huh)
In a Saints on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin
Oh, you boys playin I've been token you boys lame
And I hang around guerrillas its ziped I was thousand
Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin that's firin
I left em solder way yea the bullets them rap titan (oh)
I keep my rim low, even it can took it to the right
When I turn it to back that means C-Los is bout to fight
But I leanin to the left, cuz I sip that purple Sprite
So Imma, lay like its a Spooner come catchin Mobile Sike
Yea nigga like me, I got a plan to rival
Cuz I got a lot of platinum like placks on P walls
Oh Lord you know C-Los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap
Ride in my fitted cap, high in my fitted cap

[Hook x2: C-Los]

[Verse: Romeo]
I'm some special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay)
? On the jersey get it cap dawg master teen (you know)
20s on Cutlets 26s on the limousines
Son of a hustler I had to sell nice cream (sell what)
3. 8s when I'm goin on a date (ah-ha)
5. 8s duckin Lil' Rome I don't want you in my face (yea)
And I feel some kinda beef I just turn it to the back
Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea)

[Verse: Young V]
Hat to the side I might be young but I'm a beats wit it (oh)
Freaky like a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh)
So I can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh)
Throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 [?] in it (oh)
I'm a rich boy I aint gotta steal shorty (oh)
Tell that lil rich no cops freakin chip shorty (oh)
I do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like Shaq homie
Represent Guttar Music the hood got my back homie

[Hook x2: C-Los]

[Verse: Lil' D]
I'm ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut
I don't dance in my fitted I just throw my hood up
Tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut
Cuz I'm gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but
Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I keep my glock wit
Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh)
24s when I roll and my pockets full of doe
In the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap
She wanna see my grill the Guttaboy of da South
I don't gotta spit game I spit diamonds in my mouth
Yea, I'm state to state I know ya boys don't hate
So I keep some that'll make ya click jigglelate
Yup, I'm so T. Are. You.
A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B. L. You.
And yall boys know what we do
We the proof that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy

[Hook x2: C-Los]