Itachi Mode - Paul Blanco

I can’t goto sleep less I’m off can

RIP to trust 97 man

How the fuck you know me

When my momma don’t

Get you cutty open like a Cantaloupe

Two peas in a pod just me and

my nine

I need money lots, can’t fit parking lots

No I cannot stop, til I see you drop

My brothers is gone, I ain’t scared to die

Jheez, bitch, I pull-up finesse and cut

Bitch, we them yungins from the block

Jheez, bitch, I put five grams in a

Smoking backwoods by the cart

Run the money split the profit with my mans

Bitch its 2019 the fuck, we don’t use no hands

Ball for Moe these shoes, right here cost me two bands

Yg load the gat and do his fucking dance