[Hook: Luciano Corleone] E&J cabernet, cabin full of that fanny chase Alleyway wit the dank of the day Me and my n***as sip alottazay On that asphalt, dribble-drive, fake then I fadeaway It be my unsophisticated ways, ante up who tryna get a game of spades Mitchell and Ness, I finesse n cause hysteria All up around the suburbia, neighbor f** your Scottish Terrier Hullabaloo, whoop-de-doo I be running the gamut while they skip to my lou I bid adieu wit that kinda cool, no bangarangs & how do you do's [Verse 1: Luciano Corleone] It be the sublime rhymin' Smooth-er than the fine china In yo old a** grandmama's - dinette cabinets setssa Yes yesa The illest presence present brighter than the incandescense No question catch me baggin' yo b**h wit a simple beckon The best dressed, I gets gets - boy its nothin' major Prevalent in the cradle, never let another n***a deduct my paper You on my heels son, you n***as ain't got no motivation My motives be moulded in portraits of solace since I was callow wit hasbro in this calicoe culture Maybe, oh maybe I can get a little sunshine Moms whats good wit da breakfast, eggs, bu*ta chamomile wit the swine Hit the calisthenics, take a show, then recline With that Chancellor Bennet, Overly Dedicated, Joey Bad 99 I need me a - Zimbabwe - Tinashe, Kilo Kish, or an Aiko dame Last minute change, matter fact f** that gimme dat medley Throw in some Angel Haze so I can take it to the chesties Oh they say I got hysteria I'm like damn right b**h I'm in America [Hook] [Verse 2: Luciano Corleone] I been wit my Casha Monet, Oh na na pa** the money So I can guzzle Merlot 'til i get vertigo and loose my vertical Kitten Celeste, fabulous my lilith immaculate Every facet is beauty hypnotic Bring the stiff in the gucc betwixt the pocket Oh Who me? My hubris got her open like a centerfold Let her behold the Behemoth Leave ha marigold with fanciful notions A bellyful feat, how I anchor the ocean Her cherry lingo, reserved for the sapphic No mista-mista, a broken-hearted sista after those who favor dem scissor antics Aye, if you gon sin at all, might as well sinbad - and mean well I mean, peace sells... but who really buyin'? Where the merit don't matter as long as they flattered Be ye not dismayed on the first of the 1st of da month, them checks betta come Where the mula meet the bust - no seats on the bus Acquainted with must, eyes with the crust Oh godly Gotti, I broaden broads here broadly I leave it isosceles Canon commotion they know how I be Obviously if she doing it, she liking it - to some degree So I just might Tiamat the spot and see the sum of her soul while I grab at tit-ty Excuse my lasciviousness, I - shouldn't be so quick to joust with the lance That lead to smitten advances, chiasmus living, absinthe rembrandts on my canvas Bring that Hennessy in h-ennyway A farewell to arms, I'll be hemingway on this dying day... What do you say? What do you say?