Shy Glizzy - Mafia lyrics

Yeah young Jefe, holmes
Bitch, this is the mafia

I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
Just like King James
Yeah, your bitch keep on callin'
(yeah, yeah) , I let the phone ring
Bitch get on my nerves, but damn
I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me
(yeah) , but I don't like to hurt
Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
Bitch, this is the mafia
You know we got that work (Mafia, oh)

I'm in LA with a quarter mil' on me (yeah)
My niggas from fake money
They can't wait to kill somethin'
It's been some time since I've


Been stuntin' on you dummies
Bitch, quit all that lyin'
Know how a real nigga comin'
Gucci flip flops, I'm posted in the jungle
Draco make you hopscotch, boy
Don't act funny
I play with big blocks, this ain't rap money
(This ain't rap money)
The Rollie, it ain't tick-tock
That's word to my mommy (Word to my mommy)
They killed my brother
That shit turned me to a demon
(Dirty, dirty) i put that choppa to my gut
And I don't see shit
You ever seen some brains splatter
You can't believe that shit
Your own right hand man ratted
You can't believe that shit
I bought a mansion
Now my mans feel like I'm leavin' them
(Goddamn) we all came from the same ship
But I had leadership (Goddamn, goddamn)
If he ain't tryna row the boat
Then he gon' sink the ship (Uh, huh)
Whole hundred come off the boat
I really seen that shit

I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
Just like King James
Yeah, your bitch keep on callin'
(yeah, yeah) , I let the phone ring
Bitch get on my nerves, but damn
I like it when she twerk (Goddamn)
I know she really want me
(yeah) , but I don't like to hurt (Goddamn
Goddamn)
Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
Bitch, this is the mafia
You know we got that work (Mafia, oh)

I've been gettin' all this
Paper doin' stupid shit (Goddamn)
All up in Louis with my bitch
We goin' ludicrous (Goddamn, goddamn)
Yeah, I've done done a lot of
Shit that I won't do again (Won't do it)
They thought I would grow up
To be a fuckin' hooligan (Oh, oh)
Stackin' it, flip it
(Stackin' it, stackin' it)
Run up them digit's (Run up them digit's)
Them niggas rap about it, we really live it
(No cap) i was really poor
Ain't know I was gon' get it (Really poor)
Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters
Truckload, woah, woah, money don't fold
(Oh, oh)
All this rose gold froze, your bitch chose
(Wrist on froze)
Kick that door, niggas told, I stay low
(Oh, oh) i fuck your ho, tip-toe, I gotta go
(Young Jefe, holmes)

I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
(Swish) , just like King James (Swish)
Yeah, your bitch keep on callin'
I let the phone ring
Bitch get on my nerves, but damn
I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me
But I don't like to hurt
Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
Bitch, this is the mafia
You know we got that work (Mafia, GG)