Mafia Ties
410 YD
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I made my own shirt so they can't put me on one Oh, he rap too? Cool, awesome! When you thought I cared is when I think I lost ya Like Lil Boat, that shit dead, put it in a coffin We finna slide on a Monday Sike nah, aye mike mike mike, we gon on a hump day Bad bitch, gave her a lift from the, uh, runway Dressed up in a suit and Ty, no Fontaine We finna slide to his home Like Flipp said, bitch please leave me alone Yo is slow got something wrong in the dome Lul mans, got some extra chromosomes My brothas really with that action Said he want smoke, I guess we can make that happen Best not let us catch you lacking You can get put to sleep, no mattress Me n Millz in the stu, thumbin Shordy call me cap'n how I'm gon crunch him We might just slide to the function But shit can pop off n the opps can start running It's f*ck Donald I ain't talkin bout duck I pull out a rack and they like what the f*ck? Hillbilly bitch, she slide through in a truck She said yd what are we, I guess now I'm stuck Sike nah, bitch I said were nothing That shit is disgusting, end of discussion Hit in his head call that shit a concussion They calling me Trump how I hang with the Russians If you get caught up best come up w a alibi I'm not Jewish but I'll still serve the rabbi He burnt out off the 10's said, "I'm not even that high" Best believe that I eat the hate up like a fat guy There's shit on my floor cause I just let the dogs loose Hear this shit and they just turn up the volume If I wrote a book it'd be multiple volumes If you my mans know I'd die before I ever cross you Got mad love for my goodmen Your favorite rapper he a junkie, geeking for them 10's Cash on a female ain't money well spent I had her, Ish had her cousin, and Millz had her best friend She treat the gang like some Icee pops Imma slide thru to her crib in some Nike socks Hold on, what he say? I got indicted opps If they didn't tell they still might be locked We finna slide on his back porch Opp eating food, so we tell him make some more Know he ain't say of course Master Yoda how we took him by force We gon slide to his house while he sleeping Good evening Takin his shit, and we creeping like demons Can't hear a peep and Bitch can't even hear us breathing Pacing myself so we not too loud House party lil bitch I'm drawing a crowd Making my family proud Boujee lul bitch buy her nothing she pouts Me and my boys finna take the world by storm For sure Shut the f*ck up, yo boyfriend a bore That motherfucker urking me down to the core He can get hit like a target Ran out that bitch and his dogs started barking Then we put them on the market Blow up an opp, no Marvin the Martian Oh shit, it's back to the old beat Oh, sweet! Best believe my drip is on fleek Philly motherfucker, he always just quotes Meek Pick up a bitch from Southeast, her name Monique Know what I'm done with this shit She always off the damn Runtz got me sick Sammy Sprinkles when I spit Count Dracula, he get hit with the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5th
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