Itachi Mode
Paul Blanco
[Verse 1]
I can’t goto sleep less I’m off can
RIP to trust 97 man
How the fuck you know me
When my momma don’t
Get you cutty open like a Cantaloupe
Two peas in a pod just me and my nine
I need money lots, can’t fit parking lots
No I cannot stop, til I see you drop
My brothers is gone, I ain’t scared to die
[Verse 2]
Jheez, bitch, I pull-up finesse and cut
Bitch, we them yungins from the block
Jheez, bitch, I put five grams in a
Smoking backwoods by the cart
Run the money split the profit with my mans
Bitch its 2019 the fuck, we don’t use no hands
Ball for Moe these shoes, right here cost me two bands
Yg load the gat and do his fucking dance
