[Intro: The Godfather]
It's over, everything starts from that
Bitch
We all go down unless we stay together
You know what the fuck goin' on
One man above the crew, you know that shit

[Chorus: The Godfather]
Bitch, I'm a real boss (I'm a real boss)
Shit, I got another route to get these pills off
Unc' in the kitchen whippin' up, he make it real soft (Yeah, yeah)
Before every win, I had to take a loss (Dumb bitch)
You can suck my dick, but I can't hit it raw (Yeah)
Trap jumpin', you can get a deal if you come get them all
Call me when they want somebody dеad, I'm really a dog
I could tell by the look insidе your eyes, you really a fraud

[Verse 1: The Godfather]
Free them n***as out the feds who ain't snitchin'
Gettin' money for them dark days, we finally see the light, it's gettin' sunny
Smokin' 'Woods back to back, laughin' at how we did your buddy
All this lean in this cup, it's dark as hell
This shit muddy, hoes love me
I just want the head, don't want no pussy
Bring me fourty-five hundred for a show, come and book me
He ain't think I was gon' kill his ass, this n***a overlook me
In Miami, just in one night, fucked all the hoes in Tootsies
Man, you n***as don't be hearin' this shit that I be sayin'
Brodie said he got a pint, shit, I'ma grab it when I land
Better be lucky, boy, your ass'd be dead the Glock jam
If we take your shit, you can't get it back, we not hams (No)
It's just me and my mans (Yep), we've been in it since the sand (Bitch)
We pullin' up in them vans, we kill you, do it again
This a good day, I just woke up to another ten
We exterminate, that mean we come and step on n***as' friends (You know what the fuck goin' on, n***a)
[Chorus: The Godfather]
Bitch, I'm a real boss (I'm a real boss)
Shit, I got another route to get these pills off
Unc' in the kitchen whippin' up, he make it real soft (Yeah, yeah)
Before every win, I had to take a loss (Dumb bitch)
You can suck my dick, but I can't hit it raw (Yeah)
Trap jumpin', you can get a deal if you come get them all
Call me when they want somebody dead, I'm really a dog
I could tell by the look inside your eyes, you really a fraud

[Verse 2: Peezy]
They call us when they need some shit, they know we stand on business
Ayy, P, you know you made it out this shit? Why you still in the trenches?
I had to spin the pot and work my wrist to clean my auntie dishes
If you ain't buy three grams of cut one-fifty, you might never feel me
Right now, I'm posted in this bitch, just me and Boom
I'm uncomfortable 'cause we the richest n***as in the room
I'll get a n***a head bust while sittin' in the pool
Fuckin' on his married bitch, make her forget she jumped a broom
Both pockets full of dog shit, I'm smellin' like poop
I'll punch a n***a in his shit, he step on my shoe
I was raised, and we don't say what we do
Homicide come, we make 'em do they job, we don't leave 'em no clues
I get crispy, I'm a gangster and a gentleman too
Bitches call me Saint Patrick when I put on a suit
I'll ride the rental all day, then jump in a coupe
I'll fuck a bitch and see her out and act like she new
Amiri jeans on, got knots in 'em too
I heard the word around town, you n***as not in the loop
Most of my n***as college dropouts, got a bag and forgot about school
Or whip Glocks out, they hop out and shoot, n***a