Illy Chapo

Still on that Don flow pipe low delivery psycho capo Illy Chapo Don DeMarco Slugs never touch me divine intervention al around me So who the F could go against me Top scholar chase it down to the very last Dollar White collar baller your money's midget and mines taller Way taller flow gutter spread butter Beats pounding like the pestle and the motar Illy Gattis's such a node Composed leadership running through my veins See the losses and the gains the ups and the ditches Surgical stitchеs won’t save you lyrically badder The fuеl for you blood on my apron is slaughter house Wash my hands clean dry the off shower dress up Whole squad stay suited up omo na set up Whole squad post the money up Whole squad turn the f*ck up Whole squad f*ck the club up Know the do's and don't type my name with the right funds Don’t be stupid I found a way to stay lucid I found my way up Back on the peach feasted level with the Aura of a Ballotelli charm of a Messi Swag in my jersey Pray for my enemies Yellow tapes all around bodies on the pavement All he hatred took me back to the basement Am back motherfuckers back back mother fuckers (Wah) I said am back motherfuckers back back (Wah) Backpack mother (Wah check) In the blink of an eye now Illy na your guy Don’t touch me or hug me Na the same you go stab me Authority used to your bipolarity Hypocritical and far faced competition out based Don Dada rest never rest na so when a nigga blessed Bars very tychoon surely ama see you soon Work for my paper work work up and acre more Everyday I hustle hope these fuckers Gatti funded Gatti Gatti janded Oga Boss took flight Illy Gatti landed Fresh in a 3 piece murder them Illbliss give them Baba no mercy till its dusted Done with the school of fishes heading for the sharks Party like a Boss in my nice white slacks All made and linen Flaired with the women Flaired with the Acumen forget about the semen No baby mama booby traps e no fit catch me They born the dem the hustler wey go chop me you get me l'm not on your level Please do not let the devil push you into an early grave See I run with the grimiest Floss with the fanciest Looks never move me I just wanna do me Puffing on my cuban cigar so full of me Every spitting nowadays took a thing from me The aura the gods the Farrakhan thugs The plugs from Mazamaza right up to Lekki Illy Thambo Mbeki in the younger souls Swerving in the coup blasting J Cole and De La Soul I will not lose too many screws loose in my head Black jets said I hustle to the latter go getter All the hatred took me back to the basement Am back motherfuckers back back mother fuckers (Wah) I said am back motherfuckers back back mother fuckers (Wah) Backpack motherfuckers (Wah check) Shout out to my Shout out to my we no really send you fam (Motherfuckers) Illy Gattis Illy Majero 7057 coming soon (Wah) lllbliss Sauce P l see you my homies Suspect on the mix (Correct) Capital anyhow everything anyhow Na so Shout out to Ugo Mande (Wah) Na so Na so (Wah) Am out na so