Tony Fontana III

Aye

Tony Fontana

Wow, wow

Yeah, yeah

808 rollin', pockets bulgin', arms wide open

**** 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, runnin' it back

Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain't runnin' no track

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been avoidin' the noise

Hoppin' in toys, movin' poised

Nothin' is forced, mixin' the formula, weddin' 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' **** want war with us

On the I-10, we doin' 120, we keepin' it pushin', got love for the clique

When ain't nobody lookin', I kept this shit solid and look where it took me (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 doin' the look, shake down, aye

808 rollin', pockets bulgin', arms wide open

**** 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, runnin' it back (I'm running' it back)

Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain't runnin' 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 doin' drills (I'm doin' drills)

All I'm rockin' is Nipsey Blue

**** be slimy 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 pullin' a skit

Updated my style, then I updated the whip

God, my witness, I am to the inland what Drake is to T.O.

Brodie check in with his BM and PO

Dice game, bet whatever on Cee-Lo, aye

808 rollin', pockets bulgin', arms wide open

**** 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, runnin' it back (Bitch, I'm runnin' it back)

Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain't runnin' no track

Gangsta shit in my tape deck, '88 'Vette

We don't send threats, we just invest

Collect interest, I'm not impressed, easily

All 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 **** 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

808 rollin', pockets bulgin', arms wide open

**** 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, runnin' it back (I'm runnin' it back)

Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain't runnin' no track