| Yeah |
| You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit |
| Bitch they called me Don Vito |
| They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks |
| Yeah, I’m 100 'til they end me |
| .38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence |
| Damn, I’m just praying they appeal 'em |
| I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing |
| My lil' bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing |
| Motherfucker, all aside I’m a yell it to 'til they hear it |
| When we catch them we gon' air them |
| Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing |
| Hol' up nigga, hol' up, hol' up, now wait a minute |
| You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance |
| You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring |
| Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the |
| Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it |
| She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it |
| I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it |
| I’m a leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren |
| Don Vito, bitch |
| They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito |
| They call me Don Vito, bitch |
| For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record |
| You ain’t got it? Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it |
| I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked |
| I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section |
| Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner |
| You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her |
| I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler |
| Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers |
| Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in |
| No tints so they know it’s him, how 'bout taking your hoe again |
| Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it |
| I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it |
| I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated |
| And I’m Fendi head to feeted |
| I’m the one they kept a secret |
| Niggas telling him I’ve seen it |
| From felons to misdemeanors |
| Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena |
| Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win |
| If they take the DA word, they gon' give you over ten |
| First, you find her to close to kin |
| Then you put a hole in him |
| Execution style, I bet she never go to court again |