Nyck Caution, Meechy Darko - Son Of Vincenzo lyrics
[Nyck Caution, Meechy Darko - Son Of Vincenzo lyrics]
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
It's fuckin' Nyck Caution
You filthy motherfuckers
Yeah, ayy
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit
When I flip it's a shit show
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Henzo
Hop out the Benzo, don't take no Benzos
Did the groundwork like I'm Bezos
If they try crossin' the fence
Treat the pussy like Fredo
Repay with 'em halos
Really, she want a good guy like Tilly
When it's cold outside it's chilling
Either way, we still make killings
Nah, fuck it, I'm calling out plays
In private, not public
That's where you fuck up
All eyes, not love, they pray for demise
'Cause these tides not tough
Rough times don't last
Those guys not us, trust, big trust
Small team, big bus
Touch road, big bucks
Come home, get uh
Trust, big trust
Small team, still clutch
God please, don't judge
Stay down, came up
Lust, no love, trust no one
Can't be lit with no plug
Stamps on bricks, beams on mugs
Screams, then blood, screams, more blood
Residue my fingers
Blood on my dollar bills, demon time
I hope that God don't interfere
And take the wheel
Leave my guns to my children
I just put that on my will, on my will
A bitch can never Jada Pinkett Meech
Not in a billion years
A slut will tell a million lies
Just to fuck a million
Trust me
I got a hundred thousand stories in my head
Them numbers really here
That's why she give me head
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit
When I flip it's a shit show
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Henzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
It's fuckin' Nyck Caution
You filthy motherfuckers
Yeah, ayy
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit
When I flip it's a shit show
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Henzo
Hop out the Benzo, don't take no Benzos
Did the groundwork like I'm Bezos
If they try crossin' the fence
Treat the pussy like Fredo
Repay with 'em halos
Really, she want a good guy like Tilly
When it's cold outside it's chilling
Either way, we still make killings
Nah, fuck it, I'm calling out plays
In private, not public
That's where you fuck up
All eyes, not love, they pray for demise
'Cause these tides not tough
Rough times don't last
Those guys not us, trust, big trust
Small team, big bus
Touch road, big bucks
Come home, get uh
Trust, big trust
Small team, still clutch
God please, don't judge
Stay down, came up
Lust, no love, trust no one
Can't be lit with no plug
Stamps on bricks, beams on mugs
Screams, then blood, screams, more blood
Residue my fingers
Blood on my dollar bills, demon time
I hope that God don't interfere
And take the wheel
Leave my guns to my children
I just put that on my will, on my will
A bitch can never Jada Pinkett Meech
Not in a billion years
A slut will tell a million lies
Just to fuck a million
Trust me
I got a hundred thousand stories in my head
Them numbers really here
That's why she give me head
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with bitches, they all tryna XO
Throwing it back like she retro
Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit
When I flip it's a shit show
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Henzo