Corleone by Bertomac Lyrics
[Intro: blancoBLK]
Black Corleone, haha
[Verse 1: blancoBLK]
I was born into this shit, circa 1998
Got niggas up at the gate prepared to retaliate
Got a problem?
Let's resolve it with my sniper to your chest
Niggas, they stay obsessed with my style, I'm not impressed
I'm the best
I bet you already knew that, so tell your crew that
They can come thru, Thomas Avenue that
I swear these niggas blue, black, knick-knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone, rewrite your raps, here's some feedback
Oh crap!
It's the fucking Ritner Soundtrack
And every time the beat drops, you get the hunchback
Blackjack, got niggas look like sad sacks
Murder scene in the steakhouse, Outback
My rhymes alone are hardcore, Jeffrey Dahmer shit
I'm on that comma shit, sippin' Arnold Palmer shit
No father figure, real nigga, I'm on that kinda shit
I guess no one warned you niggas, I'm a baller, bitch
[Verse 2: Bertomac]
Call me Corleone with the slick back
Gonna bring '97 back with the hashtag
What's that mean to me when I am supreme
I am a G, I am a King
You can't stop it now, bow down to the punisher
Dream shatterers, skills put to practice
Everlasting tactics, I fuckin' fuckin' had it
Hip-hop ain't a place for silly rabbits
[Verse 3: blancoBLK]
Oochie wally, wally, oochie bang, bang
Niggas, they know about me
Me and the whole gang
We cruise in Lamborghinis
You niggas Mustang
Got your chump change and your dreams in a piggy bank
They call me the Trap Biggie, Trizzy Trae on the track
The track is trash without Trizzy, everyone else is whack
Incomparable lyrical miracle, yes I'm that
Anyone wanna object?
Cash me ousside, how bow dah?
Bitch, I don't need a feature, I don't need Future
I am the future
Flow so dirty, call it kama sutra
Gimme a booster
Niggas, wake up, cock-a-doodle-doo rooster
Cock it and shoot ya
Squad so deep, they call me the ruler
The Black Corleone
Yup, I'm dangerous, I'm made for this
Maybe it's the reason niggas hate, I'm high maintenance
My style legitimate
Got limits for the ignorance
Bow down to the K.O. Double H, bitch I'm infamous
[Verse 4: blancoBLK]
Call my name out
Better get to running
Got the machine gun pumping lead
Straight to ya little homie head
Ima convict
No need for an accomplice
Popping perfect pink pussy I demolish
(Wow Wow)
Ya baby momma a
(Hoe Hoe)
Love when she deepthroat
Scandalous sex in a chokehold
Mind on my money so I won't fold
Sorry to my hometown homies but my
Souls sold
Black Corleone, haha
[Verse 1: blancoBLK]
I was born into this shit, circa 1998
Got niggas up at the gate prepared to retaliate
Got a problem?
Let's resolve it with my sniper to your chest
Niggas, they stay obsessed with my style, I'm not impressed
I'm the best
I bet you already knew that, so tell your crew that
They can come thru, Thomas Avenue that
I swear these niggas blue, black, knick-knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone, rewrite your raps, here's some feedback
Oh crap!
It's the fucking Ritner Soundtrack
And every time the beat drops, you get the hunchback
Blackjack, got niggas look like sad sacks
Murder scene in the steakhouse, Outback
My rhymes alone are hardcore, Jeffrey Dahmer shit
I'm on that comma shit, sippin' Arnold Palmer shit
No father figure, real nigga, I'm on that kinda shit
I guess no one warned you niggas, I'm a baller, bitch
[Verse 2: Bertomac]
Call me Corleone with the slick back
Gonna bring '97 back with the hashtag
What's that mean to me when I am supreme
I am a G, I am a King
You can't stop it now, bow down to the punisher
Dream shatterers, skills put to practice
Everlasting tactics, I fuckin' fuckin' had it
Hip-hop ain't a place for silly rabbits
[Verse 3: blancoBLK]
Oochie wally, wally, oochie bang, bang
Niggas, they know about me
Me and the whole gang
We cruise in Lamborghinis
You niggas Mustang
Got your chump change and your dreams in a piggy bank
They call me the Trap Biggie, Trizzy Trae on the track
The track is trash without Trizzy, everyone else is whack
Incomparable lyrical miracle, yes I'm that
Anyone wanna object?
Cash me ousside, how bow dah?
Bitch, I don't need a feature, I don't need Future
I am the future
Flow so dirty, call it kama sutra
Gimme a booster
Niggas, wake up, cock-a-doodle-doo rooster
Cock it and shoot ya
Squad so deep, they call me the ruler
The Black Corleone
Yup, I'm dangerous, I'm made for this
Maybe it's the reason niggas hate, I'm high maintenance
My style legitimate
Got limits for the ignorance
Bow down to the K.O. Double H, bitch I'm infamous
[Verse 4: blancoBLK]
Call my name out
Better get to running
Got the machine gun pumping lead
Straight to ya little homie head
Ima convict
No need for an accomplice
Popping perfect pink pussy I demolish
(Wow Wow)
Ya baby momma a
(Hoe Hoe)
Love when she deepthroat
Scandalous sex in a chokehold
Mind on my money so I won't fold
Sorry to my hometown homies but my
Souls sold