Married To The Mob

[Intro: BEO Lil Kenny & DJ Drama] Oh yeah I feel like ten million dollars, on God (DJ Drama) I feel like a hundred million, I feel like a billion This shit feel great (Ayy, don't worry about him, Levi, make sure they goin' right down there) [Verse 1: BEO Lil Kenny] This Draco gon' blow you to smithereens (Bah) I'm glued to the block and this triple beam (I'm glued) Pull up with the flame and I spray the scene (Spray 'em) The victim and witness, they ain't see a thing, ayy (Gangsta, Gangsta) Thuggin', I'm rich and I'm ruthless, just like the coupe is, I keep it flooded with groupies (Flood) None of y'all niggas gon' shoot shit, we shootin' shit like we hoopin' (Grrah) I'm really thuggin', ain't goin' for nothin', the people, they say that I'm buggin' (I'm buggin') Shot at that bitch and I went for her cousin, her mama thought I was bluffin' (No bluff) I'm smokin' on musty, you better not trust me, hatin' niggas, they disgust me (They disgust me) I got that nine on me like I'm Brees, dare one you niggas to rush me (I dare one you niggas) I'm never sleepin', I'm glued to the block, don't even know where a bed at (Uh-uh) They hit for fifty guns out a Fed-Ex, I knew the feds was next (They was next) I'm sippin' on suicide, I gotta do or die, I mix the red with the Act' (Suicide) Told the lil' ho I been feelin' myself, bitch, I been practicin' safe sex (Oh yeah) Handguns, Kel-Tecs on deck, we keep 'em flooded with hollows (They flooded) Car full of reapers, they goin' full throttle, they just want bodies like models (Like models) Catch him in traffic, he get hit with that Drac', I feel like I just hit the lotto (Oh yeah) I was out robbin' everything movin', sometimes I get desperado (I get desperate) I hit my knees and pray up to God before I go put in that work (Oh, God) Yes, I do wrong, but I'm on a mission, I can't end up on a shirt (I can't) Knock in his door, pull out the stick, give him a shot like a nurse (Take that) I like the rush from tyin' 'em up, I let lil' bro do the search (Tie 'em up) [Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny] Iced out eight-ball on my finger, I'm really married to the mob (I'm married) A product of Memphis, I keep it pimpin', I can't be cryin' 'bout no broad (I can't) Got gold on my neck, gold on my wrist, look like corn on the cob (Oh yeah) Bro said he want a couple more bodies, I asked him where he wanna start (Where you wanna start?) [Verse 2: BEO Lil Kenny] I'm at that money, I'm sprintin', I had that mask before the pandemic (Pandemic) She say, "Lil Kenny, you winnin'," I kick her out, then she turn to a critic (She a critic) Lil' bro, I'ma pay you your money, but some type of way, I keep on forgettin' (I'm forgettin') I ain't got shit for a nigga, ask me again, that stick get to hittin' (Take that) I just bought her a new Masi', she held me down, so I put her through college (Oh yeah) Used to be six deep in a two-door, we really was body to body (We was) I want a shooter that's gon' keep it solid, then you get bodies on bodies (Get 'em) They think I went to fed and did some time, I was with the Illuminati (Oh yeah) Twenty-two thousand for the medallion, I only wore it once (One time) He talkin' tough, that's why he eatin' up all the hollow-points (Eat that) I cannot kick it, I get the money, then I blow the joint (Then I blow the joint) You drop an opp right on spot, you get a lot of points (Ching-ching) I'm 'bout that murder, I'm 'bout that money, nothin' but dead guys (Dead guy) Jump out the jet, put one in the TEC, then jump in the red-eye (The red-eye) Louis V shades, can't see my face, I'm duckin' fed guys (I'm duckin') I know Hot, I know Hunt, I got mob ties (The mob) [Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny] Iced out eight-ball on my finger, I'm really married to the mob (I'm married) A product of Memphis, I keep it pimpin', I can't be cryin' 'bout no broad (I can't) Got gold on my neck, gold on my wrist, look like corn on the cob (Oh yeah) Bro said he want a couple more bodies, I asked him where he wanna start (Where you wanna start?) [Interlude: BEO Lil Kenny] Where you wanna start? Where you wanna start? I'm married to the mob [Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny] Iced out eight-ball on my finger, I'm really married to the mob (I'm married) A product of Memphis, I keep it pimpin', I can't be cryin' 'bout no broad (I can't) Got gold on my neck, gold on my wrist, look like corn on the cob (Oh yeah) Bro said he want a couple more bodies, I asked him where he wanna start (Where you wanna start?) [Outro: DJ Drama] (Gangsta Grizzills) Mob ties 1 Foot In 1 Foot Out