Carey Mariah

Lyrics

[Intro] SJ Convos, keep it brief Niggas know I'm a chief like my name is Keef Mafia ting in the streets Unique, bring guns to the meet and greet [Verse] Man ain't on- Man ain't on piss and ain't got pots to piss in Like, are you sure it's me you're dissin'? You don't even know but you'll still go missin' They like their ting shady I like my ting direct Like, they never had Slim Shady baby And threw that shit in the pyrex Them man ain't trappers or grinders Them man love bitchin' and whinin' They ain't even got no cash, they're liars And they make worth, not a burger or a fiver Nuttin' to say, I'm a rider No high five but I might .45 ya With a ting, let it sing like a choir Bullet his girl, gotta Carey, Mariah Fire, only way to describe my attire I'm high but I'm tryna get higher Pepper that whip, leave his face on the tyre Convos, keep it brief Niggas know I'm a chief like my name is Keef Mafia ting in the streets Unique, bring guns to the meet and greet Trick or treat, trick or treat It ain't Halloween but I'll still give a nigga the sweets Give a nigga the hands and feet He was talkin' wass but it's not that deep See my man and cock that heat He ain't never seen a man get shot to sleep (He ain't never seen a man get-) Briefly, I know this might sound cheeky But remember, I was the one that was on And bare man were neeky Act as I will with that Smithen Two twin barrels are lipsin', kissin' It's cold, better wear those mittens You niggas are pussy, fuckin' kittens Niggas don't want that palaver Scarf on my head like a war in Gaza Act up if you rather I'll cut man clean, I don't mind some drama He got-got, what a disaster Got him again, it's a fuckin' saga Big boss shit, I ain't into the rah-rah Cuz' got grams of the sand, Sahara Pop man's shit like Pringles Or I might dent man's skin like dimples I love MILF's and nymphos But this .45, got no wrinkles S15 let the ting go Bark like a dog when I lean out the window Bank book in the gym though And I don't wanna hear man usin' my lingo