Illy Chapo

Still on that Don flow pipe low delivery psycho

Capo Illy Chapo, Don DeMarco

Slugs never touch me divine intervention all around me

So who the f could go against me

Top scholar chase it down to the very last dollar

White collar baller your money's midget and mines taller

Way taller, flow gutter, spread butter

Beats pounding like the pestle and the motar

Illy Gattis's such another

Composed leadership running through my veins

See the losses and the gains the ups and the ditches

Surgical stitches won't save you lyrically badder, the fuel for you

Blood on my apron is slaughter house

Wash my hands clean dry the off shower dress up

Whole squad stay suited up, ọmọ, na set up

Whole squad post the money up, whole squad turn the **** up

Whole squad **** the club up

Know the dos and don'ts, type my name with the right funds don't be stupid

I found a way to stay lucid

I found my way up

Back on the peach fested level with the aura of a Ballotelli, charm of a Messi

Swag in my jersey pray for my enemies

Yellow tapes all around bodies on the pavement

All he hatred took me back to the basement

Am back mother****ers back back mother ****ers, wah?

I said am back mother****ers, back back mother ****ers, back back mother ****ers, wah

In the blink of an eye now, Illy na your guy

Don't touch me or hug me na the same you go stab me

Authority used to your bipolarity

Hypocritical and far faced competition out based

Don Dada rest never rest na so when a n***a blessed

Bars very tychoon surely ama see you soon

Work for my paper work work up and acre more

Everyday I hustle hope these ****ers see me more

Gatti funded, Gatti Gatti janded

Ọga boss took flight Illy Gatti landed

Fresh in a 3 piece, murder them Ill Blis

Give them Baba no mercy till it's dusted

Done with the school of fishes heading for the sharks

Party like a Boss in my nice white slacks

All made and linen flaired with the women

Flaired with the Acumen forget about the semen

No baby mama booby traps e no fit catch me

They born the ***** wey go chop me

Get me am not on your level please do not let the devil push you into an early grave

See I run with the grimiest

Floss with the fanciest

Looks never move me

I just wanna do me

Puffing on my cuban cigar so full of me

Every spitting nowadays took a thing from me

The aura the gods the Farrakhan thugs

The plugs from Mazamaza right up to Lekki

Illy Thambo Mbeki in the younger souls

Swerving in the coup blasting J Cole and De La Soul

I will not lose too many screws loose in my head

Black jets said I hustle to the latter go getter

All the hatred took me back to the basement

Am back mother****ers back back mother ****ers, wah?

I said am back mother****ers back back mother ****ers

Backpack mother****ers

Shout out to my we no really send you fam mother****ers

Shout out to my we no really send you fam mother****ers