"INTRO — NEIL DELLACROCE" lyrics
[Ralph Salerno:]
(Shoutout my dog Glizzy, nah, we good)
Alright, in of all the gangsters that I've met personally
And I met dozens of them
In all of my years, there are only two, who when I looked them straight in the eye
I decided I wouldn't want them to be really personally mad at me
And Aniello Dellacroce was one
And Carmine Galante was the other
They had bad eyes, I mean, they had the eyes of killers
[YTB Fatt:]
Whack you, then I keep it to myself just like Neil Dellacroce
Whack some', whack, uh, whack (Hoo)
My man got to be pregnant with you, play with this shit, then you get a boy (Uh)
Girl or boy (Uh), girl or boy? (He gone)
Yop-yop, sweep some' (Hrr, he gone)
I didn't see none, he died, let's toast
Follow the rules, you gon' gain some growth
That made me a boss 'cause I ain't a ho
Baby OG, I'm was born in '01
And I ain't never had a problem with gettin' rid or somethin'
Unless it was a worser bitch or a mosquito bump
The size of my nuts (Huh), the size of my nuts (Huh)
The size of my nuts, the size of my nuts (Big)
You'd think my pants waist a 64
I'm tryna holler at the mayor of my city
'Bout that Foxwood and clean it up
Don't try me if I hit y'all city
Tellin' you now we gon' send up
New Maybach, living room edition
I outthink niggas when it's time for war
Fox, how you outsmart these niggas?
'Cause I got a few killers that's forty and up
I played along with thinking you'll get me
I ain't get this far by bein' dumb
White folks want me to sell my label
But just for BD alone, a dub
Nigga, I'm CEO, Fatt Fox put the R in rich
Can't kick it with bruh, 'cause he like to mix his problems with this
Bruh showed me how he cook the crack, it's been a minute (Huh)
Other blocks be thinkin' that they rich 'til I hit the city (Woo)
Glocks on Glocks, box on box, FRT shoot fast, won't miss you (Yop-yop)
Rapper rats, fans and cops, yop the mic, pussy, I'm sick of you (Ugh)
She got a rich nigga, but he a rat, I thought she was that, ho, you icky, too
Call to the right every hit, I'ma G, but my brother a 'Ru
Bet some drop, call the funeral home, don't call the cops after we hit your block
I ain't gotta bond money, I can blow this shit, BD rich, he gon' blow me out
Invested in organized crime, we study this shit, bodies was professional
We ain't gon' kill off the rip, we gon' sit down and sit, get caught, keep it quiet
Three and a half years, I've been hot
Ten years straight, fuckin' off guap
Famous bitch, ho think she got
Cash, green, mula, guap (Hoo)
And I pull up every time they say I'm banned from my block (Huh)
Know you hear heard how ugly it got, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, know you hear heard how ugly it got
Know you hear heard how ugly it got
Uh, I know you heard how ugly it got
(Shoutout my dog Glizzy, nah, we good) Hoo
Tss, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss
(Shoutout my dog Glizzy, nah, we good)
Alright, in of all the gangsters that I've met personally
And I met dozens of them
In all of my years, there are only two, who when I looked them straight in the eye
I decided I wouldn't want them to be really personally mad at me
And Aniello Dellacroce was one
And Carmine Galante was the other
They had bad eyes, I mean, they had the eyes of killers
[YTB Fatt:]
Whack you, then I keep it to myself just like Neil Dellacroce
Whack some', whack, uh, whack (Hoo)
My man got to be pregnant with you, play with this shit, then you get a boy (Uh)
Girl or boy (Uh), girl or boy? (He gone)
Yop-yop, sweep some' (Hrr, he gone)
I didn't see none, he died, let's toast
Follow the rules, you gon' gain some growth
That made me a boss 'cause I ain't a ho
Baby OG, I'm was born in '01
And I ain't never had a problem with gettin' rid or somethin'
Unless it was a worser bitch or a mosquito bump
The size of my nuts (Huh), the size of my nuts (Huh)
The size of my nuts, the size of my nuts (Big)
You'd think my pants waist a 64
I'm tryna holler at the mayor of my city
'Bout that Foxwood and clean it up
Don't try me if I hit y'all city
Tellin' you now we gon' send up
New Maybach, living room edition
I outthink niggas when it's time for war
Fox, how you outsmart these niggas?
'Cause I got a few killers that's forty and up
I played along with thinking you'll get me
I ain't get this far by bein' dumb
White folks want me to sell my label
But just for BD alone, a dub
Nigga, I'm CEO, Fatt Fox put the R in rich
Can't kick it with bruh, 'cause he like to mix his problems with this
Bruh showed me how he cook the crack, it's been a minute (Huh)
Other blocks be thinkin' that they rich 'til I hit the city (Woo)
Glocks on Glocks, box on box, FRT shoot fast, won't miss you (Yop-yop)
Rapper rats, fans and cops, yop the mic, pussy, I'm sick of you (Ugh)
She got a rich nigga, but he a rat, I thought she was that, ho, you icky, too
Call to the right every hit, I'ma G, but my brother a 'Ru
Bet some drop, call the funeral home, don't call the cops after we hit your block
I ain't gotta bond money, I can blow this shit, BD rich, he gon' blow me out
Invested in organized crime, we study this shit, bodies was professional
We ain't gon' kill off the rip, we gon' sit down and sit, get caught, keep it quiet
Three and a half years, I've been hot
Ten years straight, fuckin' off guap
Famous bitch, ho think she got
Cash, green, mula, guap (Hoo)
And I pull up every time they say I'm banned from my block (Huh)
Know you hear heard how ugly it got, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, last time they sent a shot at me
Uh, know you hear heard how ugly it got
Know you hear heard how ugly it got
Uh, I know you heard how ugly it got
(Shoutout my dog Glizzy, nah, we good) Hoo
Tss, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss
