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