COSA NOSTRA

Quavo: Feelin like John ghotti , bricks in da rari All my niggas killas, bringing pistols in da party I'm kickin it with the vato , trapping and wrapping the kilo Kickin it with the migo, countin up the pesos Sippin on lean I'm losing my mind , The Lord is giving me plenty of signs Since a young nigga I'm watching my brother I'm walkin around and now I got the nine I don't love the pussy , you niggas is rookie , I'm smokin on cookie my pockets on snookie Pull up in jags and rovers its over I'm ballin like Lamar odom Takeoff: Real trap niggas get money ,pick up the phone whenever it's money Sellin dem bricks they dummy Wrapping that work like a mummy The birds, you know that they humming , them hollow tips bust and u runnin Sellin that coco nocolo , the plug it b costa Nostra 2'Brown: We the ones dodgin the FBI , we the ones drop in the 4 Mix it with water then heat it up , whip it around with the fork Mix it around wit the coke , meet me up rite at the store Top of the line , creme of the crop, hit it and murda she wrote Got that pistol tucked in my Gucci belt , work with the water like micheal phelps Give me the doe need nothing else , fuck signin deals ill sign myself I'm real mob tied , real boss hog , really let u have it , shit ill num your jaw I got my migos comin cross the border, grocery bag full of arm and hammer baking soda Me n my migos get that work in , have your whole block sowed for you count to 10 Wats up quavo. Wats up takeoff. Wats up offset . Man dis for the projects Dis for the gangsta s, dis for the hustlas , the costa Nostra dawg they can't touch us They can't see me , they can't b me , the Feds watch me dawg like ima tv Cd stay on repeat, creep through with that street sweep , stay round where da gs be Kilo go for 33