Mafiathon Freestyle

[Verse 1] I used to fiends in the house just like this mafia don I told Mazza where I'm goin', I need a rock for your charm Matter of fact, while you at it, put a watch for the arm Shit, I might do long sleeves 'cause niggas be watchin' for arms Nigga said if he had my hand, he'd chop off her arm Just a baby boy, nigga, I'll knock off your mom Catch one of you niggas snoozin', we gon' stop the alarm I'm from where young niggas see a opp and perform You know it's pink slips on the whips because they paid in full Richer than the Mitches and them snitches up in Paid In Full Until my cup runneth over and my plate is full You know we put you in a bunnin' and we'll take a pull, shit Shit, matter fact, nigga, who put you onto Jones? I see you like that [ju?], who put you on the chrome? Who you put you in that wallеt chain all set in stones? And soon we talkin' 'bout thеse legends, let me set the tone Been places that you can't pronounce, just like Rosetta Stone I make them killers follow the truck when I'm headin' home These niggas lightweight, you know I'm here to set a heavy tone [Verse 2] 'Member runnin' to the buildin' when we saw the knocks? Now I'm tryna catch the Knicks before the quarter start Give a fuck about no keys, that shit is auto-start Just one goal and most you niggas never saw a trial You're from the era of the streamers and the Twitter shit Come from the era of the Bimmer and the bricks There was no IG, can't be seen on no pics Let me bring you up to speed, it can be seen on my wrist Shit, te-tell me what we doin', chat Make two mil on one day, well, tell me who's doin' that We don't do subs unless we sendin' them the car Live for niggas solar, send 'em to the sky Young bitches they be sayin' that he got all the rizzy Half a ticket, work with Jews, my hair's always frizzy It was Big and Pac, now it's [?] Drizzy They let me catch some things to hit that boy with a glizzy Shit, these ain't the glizzies you can eat I'm from a different era, we say glizzy, it was heat You're thuggin', you really had to get busy in the streets I'm talkin' spinnin' nigga block until you dizzy in the Jeep, shit And these bitches try to catch me off a [?] I told her tune in and she could catch me on a stream If you niggas try to run, then I could catch you on a beam Niggas been sleepin' on me, but I could catch him in a dream [Verse 3] Pop up with the same mask that Freddy Krueger had A fashion killer, I put clips in my Louis bag Man, y'all got me fucked up, you think I'm doin' bad You know these diamonds, they be hittin' like I threw a jab And he dancin' in the ring like [?] The money leave my son, you think he had a Jewish dad That's three, this is two, nigga, do the math When bitches see the ice, they like, "Yeah, he blew a bag" I don't know India, just show me where the love at Niggas wanna plate up, show 'em where the doves at I tell 'em break the levy on my wrist, I mean flood that I still park my phone whips in the hood where the Bloods at [Interlude] Where the Bloods at Not playin' shit now Tell me what's above that Tell me what's Stressed up, now fuck that [Verse 4] Tell me what's above that Used to hit your town up like, "Tell me where the club at" Two 28s is like chillin' on a dub pack Used to hit the plug up like, "Tell me where the drugs at" He don't know English, had to tell him up on WhatsApp Big [?] whips, been back in the what's that Shit, fuck that car, it's what you call overkill Rappin'like the rent due, a nigga need a Hover deal I need to be president, Rollie on Trump shit My nigga's not hesitant, know we gon' dump shit Movin' smart now, but they know I'm on dumb shit It's that after kill spill, sequel to the movie, nigga, this after Kill Bill Try to tell me not, but I got rappers still to kill Catch him on the bells and get tackled in the field, ah Tell Kevin Gator I'm good, I'm never tired [?]