Sicilian Shooters lyrics

[Chorus]
I just went got me some Fendi
I just landed in the LA and I'm finna go and jump out of the heli'
I got the AP Skelly
The AP, hol' up my wrist
So I can go up the pole, when I'm ready
I can really have any b*tch, she finna f*ck on me because I got the fetti

[Verse]
I'm in Miama like Vercetti
I'm chiefing on some double BLs, I take hit up out the spliffy
The draco hit him in his māthā, finna get him gone right in a jiffy
Sicilian gang on mob tie, you really don't want to get me p*ssy
I'm rocking this brand new Archive, I got the Number N(i)nе on top of Rickey
And I ain't talking about the Mickey
I'm saying this sh*t so thеy hear
I'm hoping that the folks feel me
I'm tryna show 'em all the real me
'Cause they don't seem to have [?]
They don't see me in the city
They don't see me with Lil Mani
And I ain't got none of that Armani on me, I be rockin' this Marni
Woke up this morning, I feel a lil' horny
So I go hit up [?]
f*ckin' this ho, I just met up with her body
I got body's on body's
I ain't pull up in no Harley
Sippin' Whole Lotta Red like Carti
She wanna ride me, I told this lil' b*tch, "[?] 'cause I can't feel it."
Soon as I get half way through the cut, put my head back, lose all feeling
Soon as a b*tch get a chance, she wanna act up and I lose all feelings
The codeine put me in a trance that sh*t that I sipped, could've bought me a building
I'm finna make me a billion, yeah
I'm a get higher than the celling
I'll sell my soul for the riches, yeah
Can't give my soul to these b*tches
I'm higher than all of you b*tches, b*tch
I don't wanna take no pictures
The sh*t I be saying is scriptures
And you still be washing dishes
[Chorus]
I just went got me some Fendi
I just landed in the LA and I'm finna go and jump out of the heli'
I got the AP Skelly
The AP, hol' up my wrist
So I can go up the pole, when I'm ready
I can really have any b*tch, she finna f*ck on me because I got the fetti