Mafia Ties

Lyrics

[Intro: "The Sopranos"] 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 your mobbed up [Verse 1] You ain't got to assume I am mobbed up And I ain't have sex with your bitch I got slobbed up And these niggas been looking dumb since i popped up And lil bro posted in the kitchen 'till it lock up Me rasta you can't rumble with me shotta They hate me cause the boy came from the bottom They dripping boy shoes cost a few thousand Me smoke on that bookie boy straight out the ounces Fuck the principals fuck my middle school principal I'm the prince of food you can cook it but don't eat the food Waiting on me to lose like waiting on the white house to move Sipping on some snooze chucho rollin up some doods Everything swell can't you tell we don't take Ls Bag just came out the oven it's a bake sale Bout to throw this shit in the field Baker Mayfield But imma take a nigga out the game if he don't play well Or imma turn 40 with a 30 on my hip bitch I just gotta paint i don't gotta make a hit list Bitch looking at me like boy come and hit this The meds that I serve you gon need a prescription I was broke then I made a conscious decision In the trap we ain't have a toilet to piss in I grind for the pay I ain't do this shit to fit in Y'all niggas ain't fucking with me let it sink in [Verse 2] You ain't got to assume I am mobbed up I was 13 when I shot my first choppa Pops in the brib watching gangsta flicks and mobsters Plotting on schemes to come up with a hundred million dollars Me rude boy talk the truth boy imma goon boy And you boy pum pum boys I'm not amused boy Don't make me slide down your block got the roof boy Bitch put some respek on the young chipped tooth boy RGS the mafia yeah bitch we savages Bro in the kitchen wrapping food up like sandwiches All you do is talk about the game you an analyst Bout to shot a movie suppa bring out them bameras All this bookie potent bitch I'm dripping up an ocean Got my youngin out the way he always meet the quota Tap in with the drank so I always hit my soda Perky potion bitch i always keep a 10 like Derozan Y'all niggas ain't convincing, what you did? no you didn't Early teens big bro was cuttin stones with precision Me and bucks was bringing house in the brib without permission Get em loose off of unc's stash of goose in the kitchen [Outro] It's the mafia ties, black shoes, black ties, black straps, blue money RGS is on the rise It's the mafia ties, black shoes, black ties, black straps, blue money RGS is on the rise