Lyrics
Don Vito Corleone i control the room
Real niggas gotta make it im the living proof
I just put baguetties on CZ it dont feel like trickin if its CC
I guess thats true money change the mood
I just made a quarter mill rappin in the booth
Say he didnt do it say wallahi
He left out the jummah with a body
ماشالله
Niece jump in the rarri she dont walk it off
استغفرلله
I lost half a million had to walk it off
So please dont get offended when im poppin off
How the fuck these niggas in the club and they not poppin none
I just left the dealer Urus Nipsey blue
How the fuck you ride for ibz and not for 22
How the fuck we go to war you supposed to be my troop
We pop up Like peekaboo send a nigga
Sunnybrook
Badness international
Not even debatable
Used to have a tray deuce
Anything available
Opps gonn die soon
Fuck these niggas saving for
Lil brodie drop a 100 on his block and he a amdule
Favors kill you faster than a bullet but i still do em
Don Vito Corleone i control the room
Real niggas gotta make it im the living proof
I just put baguetties on CZ it dont feel like trickin if its CC
I guess thats true money change the mood
I just made a quarter mill rappin in the booth
Say he didnt do it say wallahi
He left out the jummah with a body