Текст пісні Mafia - 28AV, Soly wop, G6

Mafia

Damn flando
Ayy run that shit up chase
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 didn’t risk my life 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
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
Why these niggas acting like they active, jackson
Oh yeah baby let me talk my shit, I know thy’ll go missing
They ain’t gonna blow that boy, just cut ya, he just finished it
Thy know when its greasy, Imma go straight for that
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
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 get swiss cheesed (fuck)
Mozzarella packs and these chrome-hard slacks
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
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, bitch»
But one thing about me will change
Cause I just hang out with them killers, those grave diggers
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
Last nigga thought shit was sweet, had to lay him down
Then we catch a flyer 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
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 sitch, yeah
And we don’t yeah
Coming straight up out them trenches