Mafia

[Intro] Damn flando Ayy run that shit up chase [Verse 1: Peezygang Jojo] Wait a minute, I been 'round town for a lil minute Why these lil niggas acting hard like that pole lifted [?] your name been [?] I did risk my life for the gang, bitch I'm still trippin' Wait a minute, free my brother ruger my boy still sitting He gon' thug it out and do that time, no we don't do snitchin' She gon' drop her jaws and give it all, bitch come and pay pimpin’ Thumbin through these 50's look at all these blue's hittin' It's been 5 years shakin' ass, that bitch still strippin' Baby do your dance, get that back handle, your business I ain't gonna front these niggas greasy just to get chicken Searching for you suckas pistol, hungry, I been soul stickin’ Why these niggas acting like they active, jackson [?] Oh yeah baby lеt me talk my shit, I know they'll go missing They ain't gonna blow that boy, just cut ya, hе just finished it They know when its greasy, Imma go straight for that [?] [Verse 2: 28AV] I got three-thirty burners, I just traded for a sweep (I just, I just) Slide in my grand whip, no tint here (skrt!) Don't work in the [?] don't move (block) Bitch I'm so jacked, I got southside feet I did blue and red rubies, and Patek from geneva Bitch you fuckin' with them opps, you can get swiss cheesed (fuck) Mozzarella packs and these chrome-hard slacks (phew, phew) Let a mothafucka try me, get his chest disattached Bitch we straight up out the rarri, got the city on my back You just caught your first body, but you ran like it's trapped Boy we stay around he and her Keep that fan and shit 'round here Go Vietnam and shit 'round here Go Vietnam and shit 'round here Boy you dissing on dead, then your brodi got popped Got them bitches on red, she a lonely lil' thot Run up on the block, everybody get flocked Got a big ol' block, here you go Soly Wop [Verse 3: Soly Wop] Put a red dot on your head [?] (bow) Where the hell you go, like my name said wrong You say you got packs but bitch we got tons Bigmouth seen but [?] You ain't bring these in the club, you ain't know we got it And you's the reason we got the .40 and the pocket rocket Pocket rocket on my head [?] He don't know that we play with drums and we like [?] He don't know that we drive cars and yet we pimp on barbies And you can catch me on the plane, prolly pimpin, pop it Ooh, ride it, ride away They tell me "soly how you feeling getting paid, gettin’ rich" But one thing about me will change [?] Cause I just hang out with them killers, yeah them grave diggers [Verse 4: G6] When the black van hit the block, pussy nigga better lay down Lil bro fired off, hit his ass with a K round I know they on me 'cause I seem to seldom play around Last nigga thought shit was sweet, tried to snatch my- (ooh), had to lay him down Then we catch a flight out of town Send a bitch, might push her pound Stakes on the drip though, amiri jeans, .30 pokeing out Knock your bitch, got her choking out 50 on me, got a [?] Going strong, call "we're rolling out" What you wanna do now It's that mafia shit Uh, I need a mafia bitch I need burn on the clock with a switch Don't push up on me, I don't got no sense, yeah And we don't [?] yeah Coming straight up out them trenches