Runnin' this shit, I feel like a Soprano
My boy got my back, he won't run out of ammo
These bitches can't play me like I'm a piano
And they like to hate with no talent, fantano
You seeing my silhouette, hide in the shadows
My dick is so big I might need me a lasso
You fakin' those stats, why the fuck you so shallow?
You huffin' those chemicals, go smoke tobacco
Bitch, I'm a mob boss, she got the tatas
I goo-goo ga-ga, let it go
Suck on my willy, no wonka
Hop out the wagon, I'll stomp ya
Big boots steppin', I stay with that weapon
I'm forcing confessions like I was the reverend
But there's no discretion
You ain't worth the stressin', go worsen depression
Hold the tec, feel like I'm Boba Fett
Ain't even text her yet, already wet, cement
Shake it for a dirty motherfucker in a gas mask
She from Italy, small waist but her ass fat
Match that, pass that, pussy get whacked fast
Rack back, fat swag, that's what you lack bad
Gabagool? Over here
Alright, bet, on my set we the shit, we up next
I feel like I'm Tony, can't trust none you bitches
I stay on my own and I'm hiding my riches
I ain't talking lilo, I'll leave you stitches
I'm lighting it up but it ain't even christmas
Y'all hating my ass, turn around and say "Kiss this"
Y'all fuckers be hypocrites acting complicit