Son of Vincenzo lyrics

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with b*tches, they all tryna XO
Throwin' it back like she retro (He's heating up)
Shuttin' it down, be from Brooklyn to Bristol
(It's f*ckin' Nyck Caution, you filthy motherf*ckers)
Yeah, ayy
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with b*tches, they all tryna XO (Yeah)
Throwin' it back like she retro
Shuttin' it down, be from Brooklyn to Bristol (Woo)
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit, when I flip it's a sh*t show (sh*t show)
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Renzo

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Hop out the Benzo, don't take no Benzos
Did the groundwork like I'm Bezos (Yeah)
If thеy try crossin' the fence, trеat the pus*y like Fredo
Repay with 'em halos
Really, she want a good guy like Tilly
When it's cold outside it's chilling (Chilling)
Either way, we still make killings (Yeah)
Nah, f*ck it, I'm callin' out plays
In private, not public, that's where you f*ck up
All eyes, not love, they pray for demise
'Cause these tides not tough, rough times don't last
Those guys not us
Trust, big trust
Small team, big bus
Touch road, big bucks
Come home, get— uh
Trust, big trust
Small team, still clutch
God please, don't judge
Stay down, came up
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Lust, no love, trust no one
Can't be lit with no plug
Stamps on bricks, beams on mugs
Screams, then blood, screams, more blood
Don't buy it unless it's sealed
Residue my fingers, blood on my dollar bills
Demon time, I hope that God don't interfere and take the wheel
Leave my guns to my children, I just put that on my will, on my will
A b*tch could never “Jada Pinkett” Meech, not in a billion years
A sl*t will tell a million lies just to f*ck a million years
Trust me, I got a hunnid thousand stories in my head
Them numbers really here, that's why she give me head

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
Son of Vincenzo
Weekend with b*tches, they all tryna XO (Yeah)
Throwin' it back like she retro
Shuttin' it down, be from Brooklyn to Bristol (Woo)
Stick to the script, bro
Got me inside of the pit, when I flip it's a sh*t show (sh*t show)
I be outside like Skidrow
Game in a chokehold, feel like I'm Renzo (Oh)