Tony Fontana III Lyrics
Aye
Tony Fontana
Wow, wow
Yeah, yeah
808 rollin’, pockets bulgin’, arms wide open
N***** can’t hold ’em, keep it in motion
Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, runnin’ it back
Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain’t runnin’ no track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ve been avoidin’ the noise, hoppin’ in toys, movin’ poised
Nothin’ is forced, mixin’ the formula, weddin’ in Florida
We in domestic and we be foreigned up (And we be foreigned up)
Like we some foreigners (Like we somе foreigners)
Overseas, drеssed in fatigue in case these lil’ n***** want war with us
On the I-10, we doin’ 120 we keepin’ it pushin’, got love for the clique
When ain’t nobody lookin’ I kept this shit solid and look where it took me
Heated the stove now I’m finna cook
Funny thing is they already shook
Word to AK, bitch, I’m doin’ the look, shake down, aye
808 rollin’, pockets bulgin’, arms wide open
N***** can’t hold em, keep it in motion
Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, runnin’ it back
Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain’t runnin’ no track
We in the hills, way in the hills
I ain’t got no chill we did it for real
Look how I pose in all the stills
All black hoodies like I’m doin’ drills (I’m doin’ drills)
All I’m rockin’ is Nipsey Blue
N***** be slimey and shifty too
Can’t let ’em around me, I’m simply through, for real
Damn, too many years of this shit
Too many characters pullin’ a skit
Updated my style, then I updated the whip
God my witness, I am to the inland what Drake is to TO
Brodie check in with his BM and PO
Dice game bet whatever on CeeLo, aye
808 rollin’, pockets bulgin’, arms wide open
N***** can’t hold em, keep it in motion
Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, runnin’ it back
Really this shit is a marathon, but we ain’t runnin’ no track
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, ’88 ‘Vette
We don’t send threats, we just invest
Collect interest, I’m not impressed, easily
All of these hoes freaks to me
You had to trick to hit that bitch
I smashed and she bought me shit
It’s fast and it cost hella chips, I bought that bitch
I’m still alive ’cause all my OG’s taught me shit
Now my lil’ homies got heart and they smart
But I don’t send them to crash out, ’cause I’m a boss
The art of war, create more thinkers, we way more dangerous
Some n***** hate us when they need to thank us
Emulate us, but could never take us
I got in this shit to buy my ma a house
Somewhere along the line, I end up famous
808 rollin’, pockets bulgin’, arms wide open
N***** can’t hold em, keep it in motion
Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, runnin’ it back
Really this shit is a marathon but we ain’t runnin’ no track