CHORUS:
Aye, this that Corleone, that Don shit run through me
Suited up like a mob boss, I'm top dog, unruly
Broke nigga turn rich nigga, now the bitch niggas wanna sue me
Show you how to make a flick nigga, how to turn your life to a movie
Bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my Gucci
Put a hit on you weak niggas, I treat niggas like goofies
I been itchin' to kill some, I'm piped up with that Uzi
I been looking for a real one to get wifed up but I'm choosy
VERSE 1:
Lot of niggas wish death on me but I never see them in person
They gassed up on that ketamine and my energy can't curve it
Thеse bad thoughts don't never lеave you'll never see what I'm serving
I say I don't wanna go to therapy but they telling me it's not working
My rose grew from the concrete but it still cracks on the surface
My side bitch wanna block me but she still a fuck for these purses
Been telling hoes not to lie to me cause the truth will make you nervous
Know my grandfather be proud of me if he knew the whip then I'm swerving
I got fire for the wick no matches
Smoke for the bitch no ashes
Every verse I speak got passion do it for the streets where the shit get ratchet
Eyes on me but it ain't no lacking
No one gave me shit I snatched it
Had to lay each brick and stack it build up my dream hoping this gon happen
Nigga what's happening I'm with it
If I want that drop I spend it
If you in that block, I'll spin it (spin it)
If you want that watch, I'm spendin' (spendin')
I promise God I'ma changed man if you fuck around and I'm sendin' (sendin')
You a real nigga on the internet and I'm a real nigga for a livin', nigga, let's get it
CHORUS:
Ayy, this that Corleone, that Don shit run through me
Suited up like a mob boss, I'm top dog, unruly (yeah)
Broke nigga turn rich nigga now the bitch niggas wanna sue me
Show you how to make a flick nigga how to turn your life to a movie
Bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my Gucci
Put a hit on you weak niggas I treat niggas like goofies
I been itchin' to kill some I'm piped up with that Uzi
I been lookin' for a real one to get wifed up but I'm choosy
VERSE 2:
Yeah it's KOD I'm king of diamonds my bitches treat me like royalty
Brodie pop out where they soy will be I do dirt and pay lawyer fee
Get his head wrapped like a Saudi prince red dot his face like it's oily
My trillas killed for this loyalty, you want Christmas? Hold on, toy with me
Soul Sublime, Coca-Cola, I got four hoes, they enjoyin' me
Really cut from a different cloth and this shit sewn like embroidery
Mama said, "Go get a job," but that cocaine was employin' me
My whole life was like a nightmare and now my dream girl been annoyin' me
Like, "Hunnid round drum, we rockin'," she want that watch, I'm coppin'
You know I got lots of options, I throw the bird food out, they flockin'
This shit is dope, it's not sabbatical, 40 got kick, it's not for boxin'
I'm in a Batmobile like Gotham, bitch, I'm a wolf, I'm not no possum
Aye, thiss that level up, turn a ratchet bitch into bougie
Suit it up like a mob boss, I could turn a wife to a groupie
Boot it up in a lamb chop, throw a hundred ball off I'm boobie
Motion picture not a short film, my whole life is a movie
CHORUS:
Ayy, this that Corleone, that Don shit run through me
Suited up like a mob boss, I'm top dog, unruly (yeah)
Broke nigga turn rich nigga now the bitch niggas wanna sue me
Show you how to make a flick nigga how to turn your life to a movie
Bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my Gucci
Put a hit on you weak niggas I treat niggas like goofies
I been fiendin' to kill somethin', we smoke shit like loosies
I been lookin' for a real one to get wifed up but I'm choosy
