Tony Fontana III

Ay Tony Wow, wow Fontana Yeah Yeah (Hit-Boy) 808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open Ns can't hold em, keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track Yeah, yeah, yeah I've been avoiding the noise, hopping in toys, moving poised Nothing is forced, mixing the formula, wedding in Florida We in domestic and we be foreigned up (and we be foreigned up) Like we some foreigners (like we somе foreigners) Overseas drеssed in fatigue in case these lil ns want war with us On the I-10 we doing 120 we keeping it pushing got love for the clique When ain't nobody lookin' I kept this shit solid and look where it took me Heated the stove now I'm finna cook Funny thing is they already shook Word to AK bitch I'm doing the look (shake down) 808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open Ns can't hold em, keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track We in the hills, way in the hills I ain't got no chill we did it for real Look how I pose in all the stills All black hoodies like I'm doing drills (I'm doing drills) All I'm rocking is Nipsey Blue Ns be slimey and shifty too Can't let 'em around me I'm simply through for real Damn, too many years of this shit Too many characters pulling a skit Updated my style and then I updated the whip God my witness I am to the inland what Drake is to TO Brodie check in with his BM and PO Dice game bet whatever on CeeLo 808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open Ns can't hold em, keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track (Curren$y) Gangsta shit in my tape deck, 88 'vette We don't send threats, we just invest Collect interest, I'm not impressed, easily All of these hoes freaks to me You had to trick to hit that bitch I smashed and she bought me shit It's fast and it cost hella chips I bought that bitch I'm still alive cause all my OG's taught me shit Now my lil homies got heart and they smart But I don't send them to crash out cause I'm a boss The art of war, create more thinkers, we way more dangerous Some ns hate us when they need to thank us Emulate us but could never take us I got in this shit to buy my ma a house Somewhere along the line I end up famous (Hit-Boy) 808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open Ns can't hold em, keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track