Tony Fontana 4

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Hit] Mic check [Verse 1: Big Hit] Last night was a motherfucker I'm still high as a motherfucker Nigga, I don't 'member nothin' Blood, don't ask me nothin' Never pick for no information I don't know 'bout no situation All I know, I was really wasted Kill all this interrogation My heart don't pump no fear Pump big bread, pumped up on the Lear Posted up pump on the yachts, top tier All that pump fakin' get you pumped up with this lead I pump zaza, blicks from Nicaragua I don't pump all that ra-ra I just pump riders RAV4 with the 'draulics Kinky fetish for dollars, I got a problem Moisans and 'yac, on bloods Smoke kush like crack Zips back-to-back, whole pound is my smoke sack Never sell, only blow wax Get you bushwhacked I just order up gats Push buttons, bick back, watch your wake retract Piggyback off a primary If I go 830, more books than a library Twist squarеs like a Rubik's Cube Get 'еm crossed like Rube'd do, you know the rules Get blerped, just be bool Zip your lips, I'll bail you soon You know I'ma cash out one of these magical jewels K's under the rug like a magical broom Oh, you magical, dude? I got the magical tools Do the disappear act when the Magnum blew [Chorus: Big Hit] I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom On the 210 stabbin', Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'? I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom On the 210 stabbin', Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'? [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] On the 210 pushin' Think about the homies that I lost to them bullets They call it Rose City, that's how beautiful the hood is Last night was blurry like UFO footage Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night Had a bad dream I was in the middle of a fight Opened up my eyes right before I got blasted Act up on niggas, but I'm not active I'm usin' every beat for my therapy If it's really meant, then you gotta let it be Tony Fontana way out in Tel-Aviv Keep my shit private to avoid jealousy Yeah, the envy is heavy I put a new engine inside of my Chevy I barely hear from 'em if it ain't 'bout fetty That's family for you, I still love 'em dearly Most never gon' see numbers I put up yearly Homie, it's a marathon, I'm runnin' on facts Off-balance like a basehead runnin' on crack Stay solid, keep workin', I'm bettin' on that It's a bet, I'm bettin' on me I'm happy they freed Big Hit, no three '23 Maybach movin' at a slow creep I ain't even choose the game, man, the game chose me That's deep [Chorus: Big Hit] I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom On the 210 stabbin', Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'? I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom On the 210 stabbin', Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'?