Good Fellas lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Don't play with him)
On gang
(Welcome to Clayton County Aka. Jurassic Park)
Fifty
Sito, sito, sito

[Chorus]
My n*ggas whacking sh*t like Good Fellas
My b*tch having bricks just like Griselda
RSG, my n*ggas down for whatever
In the trenches and I'm toting the vector
Shooting at your scene just like a director
Heard these n*ggas they want pressure
Popped a n*gga now his ass on the stretcher
Smoking Za up in the Backwood vanilla
Thirty on me I ain't toting nothing lesser
Mac 11 with a compressor, aye
Plug related and that sh*t from my mother
Fifty kilos that I got from Augusta
Robbed a n*gga, he went out like a sucker
Snitching n*gga man thеse folks under cover
Free my primo [?] know hе my blooder
Mafioso man this sh*t like no other
[Verse]
In a mansion but I came from the gutter
Serving n*ggas out in Tucker
My life a movie man this sh*t like Casino
I'm in the mafia, I'm tight with Gambino
I got a plug and he from [?]
A lot of bricks and I ain't talking poquito
Been up in the streets since I was [?]
Federales tryna' give me a Rico
Police hot as f*ck, I gotta' move [?]
Got a shooter and he from Puerto Rico
Foreign b*tch and she gon' f*ck for a Visa
Cold [?] frio
My dad was trapping, catching plays off a beeper
My chopper dirty and it's spitting that [?]
In Columbia, I'm trapping like Pablo
Need my money and I need it [?]
Mafioso man this sh*t like Soprano's
In the kitchen and that hoe cocinado
Jefe Sito but they calling me blanco
Jefe Sito cause' I move like a capo
All my n*ggas they gon' get to the plata
I'm talking money, you ain't talking about nada
Foreign b*tch and she look just like Rihanna
In the trenches trapping through the semana
[Chorus]
My n*ggas whacking sh*t like Good Fellas
My b*tch having bricks just like Griselda
RSG, my n*ggas down for whatever
In the trenches and I'm toting the vector
Shooting at your scene just like a director
Heard these n*ggas they want pressure
Popped a n*gga now his ass on the stretcher
Smoking Za up in the Backwood vanilla
Thirty on me I ain't toting nothing lesser
Mac 11 with a compressor, aye
Plug related and that sh*t from my mother
Fifty kilos that I got from Augusta
Robbed a n*gga, he went out like a sucker
Snitching n*gga man these folks under cover
Free my primo [?] know he my blooder
Mafioso man this sh*t like no other