747 Mafia

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you want to call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up [Verse] These niggas, always talkin' tough on the net You should know that I keep a hundred rounds in the clip Throw a beat on and watch me play around with this bitch Niggas actin' like they never seen me actin' like this Yeah it's Chi Chi, you know that nigga always with the shits Get your party shot up if I call my nigga Prince These Amiri jeans got me drippin' like I'm Dritch They be talkin' bout nothin' I can talk about some shit I took risks they ain't ever took shit but a shit Bro hit a lick and pulled up on me just to split it These niggas pussy who the fuck is they kiddin' I been pimpin', kickin' hoes out the brib like Smitty Hit a verse or a beat tell your niggas get with me In the booth whippin' work got my nigga stick with me Got a show tonight it's about to get litty Told Meech that my chain gotta be dancin' like Diddy Losin' all the options so I had to get it poppin' Hit you with some knowledge like a nigga went to college Niggas think they on my level, yeah I highly doubt it Lived a brazed life ya i can tell you everything about it All this pain got me pourin' up like a water fountain Shit stuck in my head and I'm tryna get it out it Dropped out of school, I still know how to count it And other countries they know about me Dark clouds outside, plug parked outside He know I can get him gone by the morning Bring a low rate back like an orbit This shit bump natural I don't force it I can leave and still come back the man like Jordan I don't sleep, open 24 hours Tim Hortons Off the percs, she said she feel my dick hit her organs Blood tax me for the drink I guess he thought it was a shortage I ain't brimpin', I'm ridin' round the city bumpin' witnesses This shit just simple, I got too much shit on my mental I done doubled up like Nipsey now I'm tryna make it triple If you don't like me, two fingers in the middle Carve my name in the cement, people change like the seasons Take the label off the pop but you know what I'm drinkin' Why the fuck do people think they know what I'm thinkin' I don't trust niggas I got too many reasons I'm the king of this shit, Frank White How the fuck is you broke that ain't life We did some wrongs we just tryna make right But for me, son I'ma take you out in broad daylight I don't sleep bitch I vamp in the woods with my camp Lightin' woods like a lamp mafia I'm stamped Yea bitch I am him I ain't shootin' at the rim I ain't even in the gym, on the block like Tim I can feel the pressure liftin' straight up off my shoulders Told my girl that I'ma put her in a new rover In my way, you better move or get moved over Red bandana tied around my head like Hogan I can't take these niggas berious, that's my slogan We gon' ​make it out the hood that's my only focus Make a hundred thou, spend thirty on a Rolex Chi-Chi get the yayo, but you already know that