Son of Vincenzo

Weekend with b***hes, they all tryna XO

Throwing it back like she retro

Shutting it down from Brooklyn to Bristol

It's f**kin' Nyck Caution, you filthy motherf**kers

Yeah, ayy

Son of Vincenzo

Weekend with b***hes, 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 s**t 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 p***y likе Fredo

Repay with 'em halos

Rеally, she want a good guy like Tilly

When it's cold outside it's chilling

Either way, we still make killings

Nah, f**k it, I'm calling out plays

In private, not public, that's where you f**k 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

Higher unless it's still 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 b***h can never Jada Pinkett me, not in a billion years

A s**t will tell a million lies just to f**k a million years

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 b***hes, 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 s**t show

I be outside like Skidrow

Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Henzo