Tony Soprano (feat. Eco$ystem)
Ayo Eco what you on
I'm tryna take over the whole world type shit
You hear me what you on
You know I'm on that same shit man
Let's get it
Yeah
They call me
Tony Soprano
Walk in the room theme song on piano yeah
Bad biddie she Euro
Fit and tan straight outta Milano yeah
Got that AP on my wrist
Only rockin' with the chrono yeah
Light flex on the gram
Haters stay watching and they got that FOMO yeah
Put in the work no pro bono
She told me she like it nice and slow
NDA so she ain't got ammo
Cause you know that I can't wife no hoe
No MO
She catching feelings I told her let go
Ain't got the time to be no beau
Tunnel vision like I'm El Chapo
Focused
Ya'll buzzin' like locusts
Stay doing your witchcraft like hocus-pocus
Acting like you don't notice
I be chillin' doing me always
Like I'm on that blue lotus
Workin' on my magnum opus
And now my safety's off
I flicked the switch
Trigger finger got that itch
Wasn't hard took your bitch
Didn't need no sales pitch
Snow bunny called her Barbie
Filled her glass straight Bacardi
In her phone my name daddy
Stuntman but don't call me Jackie
I ride through the storm with my brothers
As long as the print it we run up the numbers
In her ribs and I dig like a plumber
I'm smoking on ganja same size as a hummer
Young E they know imma stunner
My bro got the thunder
My bitch got a thumper
In my head different flows I discover
I got that shit on and my drip ain't no trumper
And these niggas they dumb and dumber
That's why they get pushed under a bunker
Everything that I build gotta be to the T
And I pray that I don't get it plundered
I got on Chrome Hearts and my bitch got on Prada
So you know that we match
If we there and it's lit I might take me a flick
But we still light it up with no matches
And their logic don't fit it got patches
What they say don't make sense they need classes
We ahead of the lead I done went overlapped
But these niggas they slow they can't catch us
Her coochie got me in Raf Simmons
I'm focused on business
It's impulsive but I glisten like Christmas
More like Herbo I got me no limit
Independent how I get it
I'm ambitious but they say that I'm twisted
Left wrist be sweet like a taffy
Right wrist be in buns up in traffic
I can't say that I want if I had it
You can't say that I can't if I bagged it
I'm tryna take over the whole world type shit
You hear me what you on
You know I'm on that same shit man
Let's get it
Yeah
They call me
Tony Soprano
Walk in the room theme song on piano yeah
Bad biddie she Euro
Fit and tan straight outta Milano yeah
Got that AP on my wrist
Only rockin' with the chrono yeah
Light flex on the gram
Haters stay watching and they got that FOMO yeah
Put in the work no pro bono
She told me she like it nice and slow
NDA so she ain't got ammo
Cause you know that I can't wife no hoe
No MO
She catching feelings I told her let go
Ain't got the time to be no beau
Tunnel vision like I'm El Chapo
Focused
Ya'll buzzin' like locusts
Stay doing your witchcraft like hocus-pocus
Acting like you don't notice
I be chillin' doing me always
Like I'm on that blue lotus
Workin' on my magnum opus
And now my safety's off
I flicked the switch
Trigger finger got that itch
Wasn't hard took your bitch
Didn't need no sales pitch
Snow bunny called her Barbie
Filled her glass straight Bacardi
In her phone my name daddy
Stuntman but don't call me Jackie
I ride through the storm with my brothers
As long as the print it we run up the numbers
In her ribs and I dig like a plumber
I'm smoking on ganja same size as a hummer
Young E they know imma stunner
My bro got the thunder
My bitch got a thumper
In my head different flows I discover
I got that shit on and my drip ain't no trumper
And these niggas they dumb and dumber
That's why they get pushed under a bunker
Everything that I build gotta be to the T
And I pray that I don't get it plundered
I got on Chrome Hearts and my bitch got on Prada
So you know that we match
If we there and it's lit I might take me a flick
But we still light it up with no matches
And their logic don't fit it got patches
What they say don't make sense they need classes
We ahead of the lead I done went overlapped
But these niggas they slow they can't catch us
Her coochie got me in Raf Simmons
I'm focused on business
It's impulsive but I glisten like Christmas
More like Herbo I got me no limit
Independent how I get it
I'm ambitious but they say that I'm twisted
Left wrist be sweet like a taffy
Right wrist be in buns up in traffic
I can't say that I want if I had it
You can't say that I can't if I bagged it
Credits
Writer(s): Tharusha Silva
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