Comethazine - Hench Mafia lyrics

This Hench Mafia, bitch
Get your ass hit with the grip
Bitch, it's Hench Mafia
Hit a nigga with a Russian AK-47
Bitch-ass nigga

Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him
Then I drop him, bruh
(Boom)
Face in the guillotine, chop his head off
Slice him up (Come here)
Bitch, I always defeat, it never
Came down to a rival, bruh
(No) nice with the speech
Spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the Lord cannot save you (No)

Send the preacher's son to the grave, too
(Come here) harsh, but fuck it
Pop told me to smoke 'em
If them boys play you
If they snitchin', I choke 'em
Get hit for tryna say who
Them Hench Mafia niggas reckless
Don't want know what they do
Ship them rockets out here from Texas
You can tell how they shoot
Pockets skinny, look anorexic
He forgot to eat breakfast
Fed that nigga some Texas toast
This Texas TEC to his nose
Embroidered Bawskee on a hoodie
Not no regular clothes (No)
And all my bitches are tens
These not no regular hoes (No)
I blow so much dro, and boy
This not no regular smoke (No)
XD up in my pocket
Doo doo doo doo doo and he gone (Boom)
Ain't nothin' changed, bitch
I still feel right when I do wrong (Oh yeah)
It's one change, just the
Paper, it was short, now it's long
(Oh yeah) the one witness was the neighbor
Now that nosy bitch gone

Bitch, it's Hench Mafia, spot him
Then I drop him, bruh
(Boom)
Face in the guillotine, chop his head off
Slice him up (Come here)
Bitch, I always defeat, it never
Came down to a rival, bruh
(No) nice with the speech
Spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the Lord cannot save you

But-but the Lord cannot save you