Black Italian

Cheers to the world, cause we up, feet up Gold, chandeliers and floors, that heat up, Blowing money, these haters can't keep up Keep it up, you'll be broke before the week's up Pablo, Picasso, I'm Luciano, 9 tarus 17 shots Filled up with hollows, My role model, sold purple right out the bottle If it ain't norm, go to folks right down the bottom Shoot first, don't let them try you, And if she suck dick, make sure that bitch swallows No love for the impostors, Mob style, the black Italians Carlos Gambino, shout out Geno, A1 sauce on the steak, I'm talking T-Bone Use a serving right at the door, look through the peephole If he a op, get shot right in his pupil, White Henny straight from the islands Spaghetti, all types of pasta, No love for the impostors Mob style, the black Italians, Black coupes, black revolvers Black suits, check my posture, I am the black Italian Lil Nicki, Scarfo, Al Capone, Only way you see me is blindfolded You couldnt crack what we saying, It's all coded at the table With made men, we all chosen if coke low, We grab perks and grind slow You had to pick a block, what side, you chose both And got your head right on the plate like pot roast We got black glocks, black choppers, black revolvers I want a bitch that's gon' f*ck me and never call me In the kitchen whipping spaghetti, light on the garlic Ten keys, here come the Ds, flush down the toilet, Think twice before you cross us Stepped on, we never buyin', Line em up and do the honors Mob style, the black Italians, White Henny straight from the islands Spaghetti, all types of pasta, No love for the impostors Mob style, the black Italians, Black coupes, black revolvers Black suits, check my posture, I am the black Italian