DIMELO lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
(I'm such a genius)
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yeah, man (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Do the impossible, you know? (Yeah)
Ayy, ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Smoke gelato, live like I hit the lotto, need a lot of dough
Lotta coke, took my confidant' dollars, woah
Put dots on you like a (Blow-blow, blow) domino
Beamer though, cops
Ask your momma where you at, she said "I don't know" (Where you go?)
Adios, tote the llama though
Ratchet ready to rock and roll (Brrt), 'fetti drop on your skull, What's the goal? (Who the GOAT?)
It's a ghost, son
You ghost (Woo)
Gotta get the dough, yellow bone, nympho
Body fall, get the god thrown in the rope (Mm)
Ether over the stove, we're outside with it, Balmanno (Swoo)
Balmanno
Hard to outshine, hittеrs alpine sniffin' (Blow-blow, blow, blow)
Pies splitted, kick doors off thе hinges
Hit a heist with precision, flip your lights off
Dom Pérignon p*ssin', Louis Vuitton carry-on vintage (Yeah), authentic fishscale sniff
sh*t, your face get frost bitten, sauce drippin', in the loft with some b*tches, son (Oh-woah!), ah!, Yeah (Yo)
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Double dippin', devil-dog drippin'
Thought is different, this is for Little Debbie in the kitchen (Whip)
Gone fishin', bomb riden, yo (Smoke!)
Kel-Tec, boom, click (Bow-bow)
And you wish it wasn't with your arm missin', y'all (Oh, sh*t)
I'm off the balacony with a .30, we floor p*ssin' (Splash)
Yeah
Applyin' just like leesmen (We got the unit!)
Beat the sh*t out of you (Bow-bow-bow)
Put a hole in your trendy Hypebeast gear (Bloaw!)
That's me sittin' on a beach chair (With comfort)
Feel the sun in February, leap year (Ad-lib)
Fully out to the bottom, I can see it clear, we appeared (Poof)
Had a puff of weed smoke (Smoke)
Ki' of coke, keep it there (Toma)
Products is potent to the customer, come get some of these to share (You know?)
Mm, yo
n*ggas in my face talkin' numbers and I don't even care (I avoid that)
My plug game is infinite, son, ask me (Demon!)
What kind of bread I spent on my diva here
We talkin' 'bout another league, your fort under siege (Boom-boom-boom)
Roll upon you whistlin' like tumbleweeds
Suckers bleed, hunnid sleeves
I'm talkin' crazy arms, huntin' G's (Come, yeah, oh)
Yeah, son (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
We gettin' money (Money!)
b*tches ate my di*k with two buns, B (Yeah)
Like Chun-Li (Wuah)
Your favorite sh*t is in Sinaloa, lungi (Ah)
Most of you n*ggas is bozos and bungies (Idiots)
Listen, I came to win with the Colts like Tony Dungy (Click, click, bow!)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
n*gga
Nack-motherf*cking-Mandela, son (Bojo!)
Know what I'm sayin'? We get out here, vamanos (Oh!)
Al.divino (Son)