Mafia Member Lyrics

Yeah, alright

It's my way or the highway, yeah

C'mon, shit, yeah

Alright, look

Listen, look, alright

Shit that make a diamond shatter

That's the pressure I been after

Seen his shirt was hangin' on a wire, we clotheslined 'em after

I done my turned my back on them so fast, it got my got my spine all backwards

Plus, I'm always lookin' down on they ass, I need a chiropractor

Shootin' Supa Hot Fire 'atcha, but I'm not a rapper

Only time I'm under bitches' posts, they use my lines as captions

Only job that these bitches want need link-in-bio tappers

Only J-O-B in yo' bio should be the Bible chapter

That's simple

Shooters out the back window miss and then they whack kiddos

Give a bitch a rack and now she loaded like my last pistol

He done tried to run and he fell flat, he caught a back missile

Now the Red Cross all on his back, that boy a black widow

Free King Spider, they in the court doin' all sorts of pointin'

360 deal, ya' contract lawyer look court appointed

Man, all of they stories spoilin', I cover my eyes and block it

And some of my people trappin' out the crib like Macauley Culkin

My circle steady waitin' on yo' drop, but it's not a mosh pit

I done broke the rules of Islam, I be drawin' profits

"Paid Red, can you send me a thousand? I'm out here shopping"

Sent that bitch 4 digits like she forgot her login

Yeah

And that's just to summarize it

All them gun sounds in the booth, you sound just like Dylan

Brodie tryna rock a fella and make him put up his diamonds

Red mean what he told you, bitch, if you think he's fuckin' lyin'

Then Red is gon' underline it, like he on some grammar checkin' shit

They said it's a price tag on my head, I'm like, "Yeah my fitteds fresh"

Couple of my bars, they gon' rewind it, like, "Damn, he said that shit?"

Make 'em run it backwards like they lookin' for Satanic messages, yeah

Y'all remember back in the day

Motherfuckers was playin' motherfuckers' songs in reverse, talkin' bout

"Oh he the devil, oh he sold his soul!"

Man, you can tell that shit from playin' a motherfucker's song forwards nowadays

Look, yeah

'Cleezy jacket down with feathers, I'm gon be around forever

I don't talk no small shit, especially no, "How bout the weather?"

Got a charger sittin' in my garage, but I ain't got a Tesla

Bitches suckin' shot glasses down, they doin Kylie Jenner

Stackin' vintage hockey sweaters

Win a chip every year like Alcoholics Anonymous members

You can think that I'm an easy lick and have yo' shawty set up

But, boy, just know, this shit ain't black and white, y'all could get washed together

Fuck around and laundromat 'em

Me and gang just lit an onion up, we Benihana cheffin'

Paranoid of raids, I hear a knock-knock joke, I'm out the window

Rappers get locked for a week and come out, "Mashallah"-in 'atcha

Whole time he ate with the pigs, in there that boy haram as ever

Rainbow colored flowers, we be smokin' Murakami pressure

Never crease the kicks, I can't get on one knee and pop the question

Yeah

Aye, and free the mafia members

Lil' 40-somethin' bar action, I wasn't eve-I wasn't even keepin' count, but uh

You know, I got other shit to count instead, you feel me?

You feel me?

Lil' light shit, Roadrun, Redway, the motherfuckin' motto

And I'm gon see you tomorrow

Yeah, fuck it