Slimesito - Mafia Business lyrics
Slimesito [Eric Xavier Claros] Prince George’s County, Maryland/Clayton County, GE, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slimesito - Mafia Business lyrics]
Aye
(I love this shit Nino)
Rich slime
You know I'm fiftied the fuck up
ClayCo nigga
Aye
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
Beezy B that is my nigga, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol
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 Thеft Auto
Slimed his ass out, now I got his ass
All of my niggas some fucking Diablo's
Fifty round drums and they
Fillеd with them hollows
I'm on the 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 [?]
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
Stay by the store
I just learned how to cook fast
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 star and you
Know it got kickback
[?] but you know the mob took that
Shoot your best friend
Now we smoking that good 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 tatted
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
Beezy B that is my nigga, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol
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 Diablo's
(Casok)
(I love this shit Nino)
Rich slime
You know I'm fiftied the fuck up
ClayCo nigga
Aye
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
Beezy B that is my nigga, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol
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 Thеft Auto
Slimed his ass out, now I got his ass
All of my niggas some fucking Diablo's
Fifty round drums and they
Fillеd with them hollows
I'm on the 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 [?]
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
Stay by the store
I just learned how to cook fast
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 star and you
Know it got kickback
[?] but you know the mob took that
Shoot your best friend
Now we smoking that good 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 tatted
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
Beezy B that is my nigga, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol
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 Diablo's
(Casok)