Romeo - Rock My Fitted lyrics

[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] Im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted Guttar Boyz in it I dont 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 thats 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 n***a 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] Im 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 Im goin on a date (ah-ha) 5.8s duckin Lil' Rome I dont 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 Im 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) Im 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] Im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut I dont dance in my fitted I just throw my hood up Tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut Cuz Im 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 dont gotta spit game I spit diamonds in my mouth Yea, Im state to state I know ya boys dont hate So I keep some that'll make ya click jigglelate Yup, Im so T.R.U. A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U. 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]