[Verse 1: Popsickle] I’m rollin’ in the Benz, hundred racks in the trunk, Italian reds in the shipment, you know how we stunt, Wine on the docks, but the barrels ain’t grapes, White powder flyin’, makin’ moves in the States. My fam’s old school, bosses out in Sicily, Bloodline built on loyalty, money, and mystery, You cross us? Better run, best believe it gets grim, The game is full of snakes, but I ain’t losin’ no limb. From the vineyards to the slums, we keep it real tight, Every shipment’s a blessing, every snitch takes flight, You step into my world, it’s the life of a king, But if you talk too much, you won’t be sayin’ a thing. [Chorus: G-Bot & Popsickle] Italian reds, Colombian whites, We mix it up right, makin’ stacks overnight, Mob ties heavy, no games, just life, We built an empire with a blade and a knife. Italian reds, Colombian whites, Power moves dark, we don’t shine in no lights, From Sicily to Medellín, we takin’ heights, Welcome to the underworld, where we take what’s right. [Verse 2: G-Bot] I came from the jungle, made it out the Medellín, White lines in the air, yeah, I live for the dream, Cartel connections, I’m the kingpin’s son, Flippin’ kilos in the trap, never needed a gun. We cuttin’ up the coast, flood the streets with the blow, Makin’ sure it’s pure, steady takin’ control, I don’t play with fakes, we got rules in this game, Cross me or Pops? You won’t live to say our names. Scarface vision, I’m Tony with a twist, Built it from the ground, now I’m stackin’ every brick, Pushin’ from the jungle to the mob boss halls, Red wine and white lines, man, we answer no calls. [Chorus: G-Bot & Popsickle] Italian reds, Colombian whites, We mix it up right, makin’ stacks overnight, Mob ties heavy, no games, just life, We built an empire with a blade and a knife. Italian reds, Colombian whites, Power moves dark, we don’t shine in no lights, From Sicily to Medellín, we takin’ heights, Welcome to the underworld, where we take what’s right. [Bridge: Popsickle & G-Bot] The wine flows rich, the powder cuts clean, A dynasty born from the grit of a dream, Blood on the streets, we call that routine, It’s life or death in this criminal machine. From docks to the streets, we handle the load, The hustle’s in our blood, it’s the only code, Respect the name or you’ll meet the cold, Once you’re in the game, there’s no letting go. [Outro: Popsickle & G-Bot] Italian reds, Colombian whites, Stackin’ dirty money while we live the high life, From the barrels to the bricks, we gon’ keep it tight, Two worlds collide, now we rule the night.
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