Mafioso G.T. (Ft. Jackboy)

[Chorus: G.T.]
This that shit niggas scrape the pot to, nigga
This that shit niggas bang the block to, nigga
I'll bring a bag of weed and them blocks too, nigga
And I might front you one more, you cop two, nigga

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Too many racks, can't fit in my pants
Spread this shit out like a Chinese fan
I was dead broke, it was me and my mans
We thought this shit out and came up with a plan
Came a long way from hand-in-hand
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, watch for the van
This for my niggas who still on the block
Still makin' serve while it's hot
Before I tell, I'll sit there and rot
Before I go broke, I'ma work me a pot
This that shit niggas get they bag to, nigga
This that shit them strippers'll shake they ass to
I'm rocking the Prada, got money galore
I ain't look at the tag, I change in thе store
If I was you, I'd be mad too
I just pulled off in a fast coupе
And in my right pocket, got thirty, all blues
Her mink on the floor, told her take off her shoes
Try to play tough, you gon' be on the news