Omerta

[Intro]
Dear Lord, forgive my sins
I'm just tryna live life to the fullest (yeah)
Gotta get these checks, Russian roulette
Lookin' in the face of a bullet
Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it
Don't pull it, don't pull it
Bang, the proof in the puddin'
The proof in the puddin'

[Verse 1]
This life is a game (yeah), don't get played
I can give seventy reasons for jealousy
Hennessey helpin' me battle my enemies
Always ready for the demons ahеad of me (yeah)
'cause that triplе six creepin' with the shits
Tellin' me, "do this shit"
Tellin' me, "take that hit"
Got a grip on the hip, tucked blade in the Timbs
Gotta keep my enemies close (yeah)
I'm plottin' the kill for the thrill (yeah)
Turn a man to a ghost (bang)
Break bread with the bros (dude)
Pull up in the 'lac, kickin' it back
Never got caught in a jam (nah)
Spittin' that crack on the track
My crew roll through with the pack
Burn one for the fam

[Chorus]
Mob shit (yeah), Flavarotti (Flavarotti)
Ain't nobody tell 'em I'm a fuckin' problem? (yeah)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), Maserati (Maserati)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (Gotti)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (John Gotti)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (that's right)
Custom tailor on the suit, God body (woo)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Swear I've been killin' this shit so long, I feel like a OG
Stash the money under the mattress and we burnin' up OZs
Swear to God, I'm so damn high right now, it feels like I'm floating
Put in that work, put in that dirt, droppin' shots like Ginóbili
But I ball like I'm Kobe, fully loaded, get folded
Talkin' tough and get scolded, I'm with your mom and she goin'
I swear I never stop flowin', but the ice, it stay frozen
Man, it look like the truth, but homie, nothin' is golden
Don't push me or try me, I'll put ya ass in the ocean
And these forties are snobby so I stay gone off that potent
And these checks I be quotin', and I'm sippin' that potion
But I'm talkin' 'bout nothin', don't believe it, disclosure
You only hunt with the squad because you want the exposure
I know gangsters and soldiers, you know wanksters and posers
And I'm just fine with livin' my dreams, you prob'ly stay with yo' mama
Yeah, I'm flexin', finessin', ain't got no time for the drama
But if you want that drama, I'll take yo' ass to the opera, ah!

[Chorus]
Mob shit (woo), Flavarotti (Flavarotti)
Ain't nobody tell 'em I'm a fuckin' problem? (yeah)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), Maserati (Maserati)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Custom tailor on the suit, God body (God body)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)

[Verse 3]
Swear I be killin' this shit (woo)
Jump out the whip while it's movin', I'm doin' this shit (yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring on like I'm cool in this shit (coolin')
'cause I'm a don, I can prove it
For a minute, I'm in it, I get it and spend it
This fool is pretendin'
I'm only authentic if you get offended
Your homie can end it, this shit's never endin'
We countin' confetti, they call me Andretti (yeah)
I'm hittin' [?] like a pro, never seen that shit befo'
Nobody touchin' the flow
My hands only touchin' the dough
Run that shit, pop and then drop to the flo', kick in the do'
You've been triple A, I'm a pro
Get a pack and hide in the citadel
Little did he know, a tech with a vengeance
Skills grillin' when I hit him with the sentence
And it's endless, chillin' in the land with relentless
Hitters, skit and pop like a match in a gas station
Stashed in the backseat, gas in the ashtray
I've been killin' this shit so long, I feel like a OG
Stash up under the mattress, man, we burnin' up OZs
I swear to God, I'm so damn high right now that I'm floating
Put in that work, put in that dirt, droppin' shots like Ginóbili, yeah

[Chorus]
Mob shit (okay), Flavarotti (Flavarotti)
Ain't nobody tell 'em I'm a fuckin' problem? (yeah)
Bad bitch, Maserati (Maserati)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (okay)
Custom tailor on the suit, God body (God body)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Mob shit (mob shit), Flavarotti (Flavarotti)
Ain't nobody tell 'em I'm a fuckin' problem? (yeah)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), Maserati (Maserati)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (yeah)
Custom tailor on the suit, God body (God body)
Pull up to the club like I'm John Gotti (woo)