Puzo lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Griselda
I just wanna be myself, n*gga
Know what I mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other n*ggas
f*ck these n*ggas by the way
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told you it was gettin' spooky grim (Uh)
Look at these n*ggas like who is them? (The f*ck is you?)
Yeah, bodies left when I'm through with them (Cap)
I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm
This sh*t is cinematic, you should film (Get them cameras, n*gga)
Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in (Uhuh)
I shoot the 10 gauge, n*ggas'll lose a limb (Boom!)
Uh, bottle of Spade, lobster, fried rice
If this The Source era, GOAT would've got 5 mics (Hahahaha!)
I'm just recitin' my life when I write
You can't afford a feature, it's a high price (You can't afford this sh*t)
They shot my n*gga in the thigh twice
He died right on the spot
The bullet hit a artery, I cried nights (My n*gga)
Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life (Facts)
50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight (Brrr)
Misplaced checks all over my Nike's
I rhyme nice, Google it, n*gga, go check my highlights (Haaah)
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n*ggas (I ain't nuttin' like these n*ggas), and they nuttin like me (Not at all)
See their face when they lookin from the side line (They mad!)
I'm everything that you wanna be (Haaaaa!)
In your projects with all my jewels on (You see me, n*gga!)
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong (Uhuh)
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom!)
Wig shot left his roof gone (Cap)

[Verse 2]
You already know how I move, bro
Machine write that mafia sh*t, Mario Puzo
Told lil' bro if he move let off the UZO
Put his sh*t bag on his stomach, you dumpin' too low (Boom boom boom!)
I'm too blunted, count blue hundreds, you know the usual
b*tches in London love like me I was Jason Derulo (Hahahaha!)
You pop sh*t, then apologized, you still food though
Just 'cause you paid me for a feature, don't mean we cool, bro (I don't f*ck wit' you)
It was all business, you ain't squad, you ain't GxFR, n*gga (The f*ck is you n*ggas?)
I stood on that corner long winters (Uh)
Hot pockets and chips
sh*t, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips (Talk to 'em)
Now it's a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip (Boom!)
Shopping at PHIPPS with a provocative b*tch (Hah)
The kicks that I'm rockin' from KITH (You know that, baby)
They say this flow that I got is a gift (Woo!)
That's why I gotta be at the top of the list (I gotta be Top 5)
When they speak of the best, 'cause what I'm jottin' is sick (You see what I'm doing, n*gga?)
This sh*t that I'm jottin has gotten me rich (Uhuh)
Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible sh*t (Hahahaha!)
We stood on the blocks, n*gga, we made chips (Uhuh)
n*ggas got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks (Brrt)
Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip (Uh huh)
Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips (haaaa!), motherf*cka, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n*ggas, and they nuttin' like me
See their face when they lookin from the side line
I'm everything that you wanna be
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone
Uh, wig shot left his roof gone

[Outro]
Yeah
Who the f*ck is these n*ggas, man?
Hehe, I ain't nothing like these n*ggas, man
Me and my n*ggas move different
Feel me?
Hehe, straight like that, n*ggas know what's up, n*gga
Hehe, I ain't even gotta explain
You run up, n*gga, you getting ran down on, period!
I don't give a f*ck who listenin', n*gga
Hahaha
That's how we do, n*gga
I stay with it, n*gga, stay ready, n*gga
Straight like that, Griselda, b*tch
Machine, n*gga, Daringer, what up?