Mafia Business

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye (I love this shit, Nino) Rich Slime You know I'm 50'd the fuck up Clayco, nigga Aye [Chorus] Yeah, this that mafia business, you cannot get in it Life is a book and it's already written Got a switch on the Glock and you know it be spitting These niggas really be acting like bitches If he ain't with it, I'm keeping my distance BeezyB, that is my nigga, my henchman He always told me he ride with that pistol (Casok) If a nigga try to play then you know it's good riddance I'm living this life and it's already written No GTA, but I'm doing them missions In the Maybach, got me feeling like Clinton You tryna' walk in my shoes but I see they ain't fitting I'm on the chase, man, it's like Grand Theft Auto Slimed his ass out now I got his ass [?] All of my niggas somе fucking Diablos [Verse] Fifty round drums and they filled with them hollows (Fifty) I'm on thе PJ with that shit like I'm Ralo Back then fuck with us then it get crucial Nowadays fuck with us then it get brutal Glock 19, I been thugging like Fulo Two .45's and you know they got rulers Two black sticks and you know they got coolers Got rich mob ties so you know I got shooters Just hit for them racks, might go to my jeweler I'm toting G 9's, I ain't toting no Rugers My shooter from Panama rocking that Puma Hit his ass five times now he taking a mula That money come fast but I need that shit sooner Got choppers on choppers, my hood just like Iraq Slimed the boy out, I just got him for five packs Pull up in the car and you know I got five straps Fifty round drum, yeah, I'm ready for combat Yeah, walking around with a stick in my bookbag AR-15 and that shit got a bookbag I stay by the store, I just learned how to cook fast I ran this shit up, I just got in my third stash El Jefe, that shit stamped on my dog tag I got a shooter, he shooting like Mad Max If a nigga want smoke, it ain't nothing to get shit whacked I'm hitting that Scar and you know it got kickback Acting fake slow, man, you know the mob took that Shoot your best friend now we smoking that new pack On IG with the fire, know you won't shoot that I just ran this shit up now you know I can't look back All black European whip and it's matte black Bro caught a body and went and got his face tat' [Chorus] Yeah, this that mafia business, you cannot get in it Life is a book and it's already written Got a switch on the Glock and you know it be spitting These niggas really be acting like bitches If he ain't with it, I'm keeping my distance BeezyB, that is my nigga, my henchman He always told me he ride with that pistol (Casok) If a nigga try to play then you know it's good riddance I'm living this life and it's already written No GTA, but I'm doing them missions In the Maybach, got me feeling like Clinton You tryna' walk in my shoes but I see they ain't fitting I'm on the chase, man, it's like Grand Theft Auto Slimed his ass out now I got his ass [?] All of my niggas some fucking Diablos (Casok)