​mafia

[Intro]
Man stop fucking playing with me boy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

[Chorus]
You got it, you got it, I got it, I got it
I pull up with choppers, I'm smoking exotic
These thotties out here got so many damn bodies
Man I love the feeling, it's out of the body
You know who I am, you know I ain't missing
I told you about this shit but you couldn't listen
I ain't come to listen to none of that bitching
I came up to do some business and some business
I came up to count these riches and get riches
I'm fucking your nigga bitches and your bitches
Spinning the block like a goddamn vision
Leave everybody cold leavе a nigga freezing
Fucked the bitch, now she part of my collеction
Youngin' came up off of swiping, finessing
Yes I pull up with hella lethal weapons
Yes I pull up and shoot, it ain't no question
Watch out before your lil' ass get peter-rolled
TTS mafia, we got bankrolls
Labels calling, offering for my soul
Hell nah, you know a nigga won't go

[Verse]
Yeah, [?] I just took in a week
Yeah, I make her heart skip a lil' beat
Yeah, I will not accept no defeat
Yeah, you might just miss it if you blink
A million dollars what I see
Tryna' get it before 19
Told my bro to stop sipping that lean
He see me blowing up in his dreams
Had to [?] chopping up these beans
Most of the time talking shit, what you mean?
Pop a X, popping X I'm a teen
Nigga wanna be on top tier team
Fuck the nigga, fuck what he gotta' say
I'ma do what I do either way
I'ma go get the racks either way
Tell the nigga better get out my way

[Chorus]
You got it, you got it, I got it, I got it
I pull up with choppers, I'm smoking exotic
These thotties out here got so many damn bodies
Man I love the feeling, it's out of the body
You know who I am, you know I ain't missing
I told you about this shit but you couldn't listen
I ain't come to listen to none of that bitching
I came up to do some business and some business
I came up to count these riches and get riches
I'm fucking your nigga bitches and your bitches
Spinning the block like a goddamn vision
Leave everybody cold leave a nigga freezing
Fucked the bitch, now she part of my collection
Youngin' came up off of swiping, finessing
Yes I pull up with hella lethal weapons
Yes I pull up and shoot, it ain't no question
Watch out before your lil' ass get peter-rolled
TTS mafia, we got bankrolls
Labels calling out, worried for my soul
Hell nah, you know a nigga won't go