Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dinavolino, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Boldface - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Dinavolino |
| Out the milk crate back up in my rhyme book |
| Walking back up in the school asking niggas how my eyes look |
| It was just me and my brush |
| Keep it wavy baby boy, I ain’t playing with them toys |
| You can hear it in my voice bruv |
| You need to get your coins up |
| Should’ve made some better choices |
| Now you need to make an appointment |
| The point spread is too high to cover that line |
| You ain’t playing with house money, they’ll be in your house for me |
| Nah homie, the sink in the couch only |
| And we gon' confiscate the artwork |
| Shock you real quick, make your heart work |
| I don’t even care if it’s a sawbuck I need to pick it all up |
| Back to twirling pasta like a real mobster |
| Mazda MPV slide the doors off |
| leathers all weather in them pockets |
| Rocking beef and brats, keepin' knots in socks |
| I’m on the road not taken where it’s less traveled |
| These niggas know who’s not fake and I don’t juts babble |
| Rotating picking up from fellowship chapel |
| Selling blows out of vacant, bagging up my next satchel |
| Paint flipping on the Caprice, everfresh Snapple |
| Looked out for niggas in need when I didn’t have to |
| Kept it discreet, shit was less hassle |
| But when they try to violate your street, don’t let 'em trespass you |
| Ever been in a gun fight to the death battle? |
| When niggas playing both sides trying to fence straddle |
| knight to free my rook, send my bitch at you |
| Push a pawn to move my queen then I left castle |
| Anything with Michigan plates, they gon' red flag you |
| Never answer none of the questions the detect' ask you |
| Who all gon' really keep it G when them feds snatch you |
| We need a Slick and Big Meech BMF statue |
| I been on your, burnt out on your bitch |
| I know some niggas off of, got the shit on key lock |
| Jugging, remixing that trapping with that G lock |
| Serving J’s in the hood like we grew up off of D-block |
| Catching slapping on |
| Double was thinking 'bout moving back to Ohio |
| I know some niggas Cinco de Mayo |
| Whipping up with that it ain’t no cap in my bio |
| Trying to see how many pallets I can stack on this high-low |
| I really came up with |
| Clip full of rhinos in my Rico |
| My niecey know Uncle Boldy keep that 40 like a wino |
| Used to petal them black mags on my dino |
| Now we rocking exclusive Bape shit with baby Milo |
| I make decisions, niggas got to listen |
| I come from no pot to piss in |
| We could build a bridge or build a dam |
| A hundred twenty messages and texts from my Mexican connect |
| It’s gon' be a second 'fore this shipment lands |
| A bottle of that |
| Niggas get locked then phone a friend |
| 'Cause you know we all going through change like homeless hands |
| At the Soho Grand meeting my lawyer for lamb |
| He said we switch up the scam, they cannot foil the plan |
| It’s getting warm outside, weather switching, the trees growing back with leaves |
| My body sense the money in the breeze |
| I fell in and lost it |
| Them Valantino Garavani shoes made spend a soft six |
| They said the devil bring the summer back crazy |
| Firm shit, AZ, everybody crazy bro |
| Somebody gon' get shot, get robbed |
| Get dumped, get done, get popped |
| Make the money then talk |