[Intro]
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah
Let me hit that
Mafia, what else?
227
[Verse 1]
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest me, I bet that they won't catch me with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand handing them samps out
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks, nigga never took the scam route
Play with Blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now, but I remember they was fanned out
Game timing shit, but this ain't FanDuel
Quick to give a nigga angеl wings like he was sipping on a Red Bull
Forty strip a nigga of his manhood
Nеver suck or stroking on no ho, no, they can't live without him
They can say the most but that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla, know them killers, they don't play about him
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder but my shooter trying to catch a body
[Chorus]
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off
Mag light on the stick, but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, left the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top, made me wonder, what was his last thought?
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah
Let me hit that
Mafia, what else?
227
[Verse 1]
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest me, I bet that they won't catch me with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand handing them samps out
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks, nigga never took the scam route
Play with Blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now, but I remember they was fanned out
Game timing shit, but this ain't FanDuel
Quick to give a nigga angеl wings like he was sipping on a Red Bull
Forty strip a nigga of his manhood
Nеver suck or stroking on no ho, no, they can't live without him
They can say the most but that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla, know them killers, they don't play about him
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder but my shooter trying to catch a body
[Chorus]
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off
Mag light on the stick, but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, left the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top, made me wonder, what was his last thought?
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