6 feet Dom Corleo

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Go, go

[Verse]
Uh, diamonds all up on the chain
Got 'em bussin' out the frame
Better not play with my name
My shooter got a lil' range
I know you not talkin' to me
He must not be talkin' to D
If he is we sendin' him deep
Yeah, we gon' put him six feet
I done came out the belly, yeah, the beast
I done came out and went and got cheese
Pockets so fat, them bitches obese
My pockets so fat, them bitches OD
Feel like nobody know me
Now, why the fuck they wanna clonе me?
Hellcat slidin' with them rеd seats
Get packs slidin' when we in the east
Just lookin' how the boy Freeza
Colorful diamonds like easter
I came in this bitch with no heater
I'm sippin' on [?]
Go 'head, roll me a lil' bit of reefer
I get higher than Wiz Khalifa
We get higher than a damn plane
I'm flyin' in the two-seater
We done came from them rags to riches
I done fucked on a couple bad bitches, huh
Walk in this bitch with my swag on
They wanna know what I be on
Came in this hoe with the heater on me
Color that boy like a crayon
Then we gon' eat some Filet Mignon
I'm booted up, bitch, turn me on