C-H - Black Italian Lyrics

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