I Got Five Bullets E

Riding with the Don Corleone style. They-they-they-they is never down, down, They down, down, they-they never down, Down. He is never down. Burn it up. Fuck. Shit. I Put a live bullet left in my nine. Cock Same Miller's I can look to fuck that's On my spine, man, it's to the soul side. Yeah, I might be cherry, but my head is Old wise. See the rappers moaning when you look into my Eyes. Fuck. Riding down my car, I got my Tony on me. Rockstar. My bitch look like cream, inside Pepperoni. Like-like a bad dream, But never let that shit on me. On me. To-to-tote on my phone with it, My best homies. Fuck. Got my ticket out, I'm from Fat City. Burn it up. Every time I hit the block, There's cops a-peeking. Block I never left since I was born, But I Laid to New York, yeah. Suicide, sui-sui-suicide, sui-suicide, Sui-suicide-cide-cide, motherfucker. Sui-sui-sui-sui-suicide, sui-suicide, Sui-sui-cide-cide-cide, Motherfucker