Gunz Out Dom Pachino (Ft. Infinite)

[Dom Pachino]
Guns out, I had to spark 'em
Bitch moving too fast, I had to park 'em
Iced up, beard of a Lincoln, sparked him
Had a mansion, out in Boston
Knocked from my hood, but I've been seen in here often
Back and forth from Boston
Catch me stinging, and put 'em off in a coffin
Driving off in a porsche and full extortion...
I win against a loss, fam
It's the linger, the don, call me the boss-man
You a fool, you ain't know Dom P. had this shit sown nigga?
Military shit, bitch, yo, man...
You fucking liar... you deserve this hell fire

[Infinite]
Didn't you know, eventually you come off those keys
Didn't you know, you mention me, and you get on your knees
You little lame ass, dick face, silly cock sucker
Your man hit my best friend, now I gotta plug ya
This coke and dope, fill the gasoline up
Been fucking your wife, she's wetter than Katrina
You had to know, we ain't play them games
Tell the devil that his fire ain't got shit on me

[Dom Pachino]
But how much we hold, big g's, nigga please
He got stocks in Tiffany's, got rocks on miss thing
Got blocks on listening..., he specialize in the ching-ching
And he, invented, that bling-bling
I'm bout to begin, pull a sting like wrestling
They poor, confessing, you get a minute to West Wing, nigga