Luca Vialli - Gambino (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced By Luca Vialli] [Intro] I don't know what the f** these p**y a** n***as talking 'bout As soon as I got that muthaf**ing check, I went and bought me 20 guns n***a I don't bullsh**.... I'm not worried bout a muthaf**a, not worried bout a soul If a n***a lookin' for me, he know how to find me I'm riding... I'm riding around North 10th I just want to make sure I go out like Tony I want to go out like Tony Montana Look... [Verse 1] They calling me Bibby Gambino Trap out the corner like Nino (Trap out the corner) These rappers be stealing the lingo (For forty I'll get you a kilo) I heard that you work with the people I don't want to meet you my verses are lethal I'm riding with birds in the regal that eagle You gon' need a hearse when I see you Like Trae tha Truth, b**h I'mma a**hole All you f** n***as Donnie Brasco I get mad tho, drop the cash flow Let the Mac go, keep 'em masked tho And most of these n***as is phony They p**y I call 'em jabroni My lil baby choppa is on me, I pray that I go out like I'm Tony I pray that I end up like I'm Diddy Young n***a got keys to the city Riding around town with the fifty Ready to die b**h I'm Biggie 'Bout to go cop me a Bentley, hollow tips all up in the semi Ay who that is riding in that new Benz right there It's that f** n***a Bibby That be the f** n***as hatin' Hate to see young n***as make it Them games my n***as don't play it Threaten my life Imma spray it Going for the home run f** a base hit Where the cash at, I'm young and impatient n***as hate I'mma stunt in they faces Run the check up and throw it to they faces And we use to stash some guns in the basement Young n***a sell jugs out the vacant Lil Chris in the cut, he gon' blaze 'em p**y n***a try to run we gon' chase him Dope spot had the whole east baking Free G Gill out the feds he face it 25 years cause the police racist For bucks who up you know he'll take it No limit a** n***a, and I'm grinding Young n***a got the city all behind me All these rappin' a** n***as try'na sign me In the hood with the k**ers where you'll find me I am not a rapper, I am just a trapper You are just an actor, you are not a factor If a b**h try'na set me up I'mma wack her Pop wasn't around, I'm a young fresh ba*tard (Aye) [Outro] Hurry up and k** me, f** you n***a... Na-na-nah, "Hurry Up And k** Me" is an album "Hurry Up And k** Me" is an album Aye... Aye... Aye, Aye