Italia

Yeah, look,
He say he hard but I doubt it
I swim with sharks and piranhas, I'm out in Tampa at Prada
I fuck with scammers and Rasta, I drop the top when it's cloudy
She spread her legs and I pound it

I fuck her friend, I'm a scoundrel. Pouring up techy, I'm drowning
My Gucci, Joe Pesci, Italian. Add up them pints to a gallon
And The challenger is not a challenge, I need Ferrari Italia
I'm out of space like Galactica, bitch I rock out like Metallica

We got a check now they mad at us, I kick this shit like Grammatica
Wow, damn, she throw it back like a lateral
I need a bitch with an attitude, pull up in NSX Acura
I told my dog help me count it up, I got these white hoes from Saddle Up

Tryna ride the wave, told em paddle up
With the Calilico im accurate, I ain't Plaxico, Im wackin shit
I need more cause I got a high tolerance, I put M in her cup and she swallowed it
Drop a perk in the lean, that's to garnish it. And my new bitch so thick, gotta harness it
Hide my Perkys inside her apartment. I got Glocks wit da cartridges
Gave em to all of my artists's . Studied Mohammad and Solomon
Watch them selling they soul for acknowledgement
Blizzy, SkkRT



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Writer(s): Ojereh Tulloch
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