Don Q – Don Vito

From felons to misdemeanors
I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated
Bitch they called me Don Vito
They call me Don Vito, bitch
Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers
You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit

Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it
I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked
You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring
I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it
I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it
My lil’ bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing
For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record
They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks
Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the [?]
Yeah, I’m 100 ’til they end me
I’m the one they kept a secret
First, you find her to close to kin
Execution style, I bet she never go to court again
[Verse 2]
You ain’t got it? Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it
Then you put a hole in him
You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her
They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito
Don Vito, bitch
Niggas telling him I’ve seen it
If they take the DA word, they gon’ give you over ten
When we catch them we gon’ air them
[Verse 1]

Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win
Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena
Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in
I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing
She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it
Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner
I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section

No tints so they know it’s him, how ’bout taking your hoe again
I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler
Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it
Damn, I’m just praying they appeal ’em
I’ma leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren
You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance
.38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence
Motherfucker, all aside I’ma yell it to ’til they hear it
And I’m Fendi head to feeted
Hol’ up nigga, hol’ up, hol’ up, now wait a minute