Mafia Musik 2 Lyrics

Niggas know i'm on clay street and im toting my damn rocket

Had to learn how to swim bitch now its twelve feet in my pocket

Buddy asking for a feat bitch yea I needs me my deposit

Buddy ass buying fent bitch boy yo dumbass finna vomit

All eyes yea on me bitch i'm trending fucking topic

How these niggas always on my dick nigga get yo ass out the closet

Tax shit for the lean bitch got my young niggas making profit

Popping shit Jimmy Hendrix man a young nigga really rocking

Bad bitch getting slick had to check her ass yea I told her watch it

Told that boy I'm finna tweak out man ya pussy niggas need to lock in

Let the bitch miss out I ain't finna block want her ass watching

I ain't fucking with that bitch , I ain't cuffing on that ho

Got yo grillz from Dollar Tree , boy that shit not real gold

You ain't fooling nobody bitch , niggas they hip niggas they know

I'm on that demon time lil bitch , nigga like welcome to the fucking show

He wanna talk shit on the gram best believe we kicking down his fucking door

I gotta zooka zooka lil bitch yea you know we finna fucking get to war

Nigga we popping outs to yo crib then we fucking in & out like the store

I'm on that bad timing yea that stupid shit finna spazz out yea for sure

I got that fye fye got that ruger clip bitch i'm really finna up the score

I got some wock then I got some actavis I don't know what I wanna pour

Had yo bitch feeling me and she sucked the kidd now she begging me for some more

Bitch you a simp simp you was pussy whipped now you broken heart to core

I stay smoking on this gas , I stay smoking on some loud

I be blowing yea like a chimney I'm blowing yea by the pound

And i'm smoking on yo dead mans , we just put his ass in the ground

He was all talk on the net net , he couldn't close his damn mouth

I was swerving off in that cherry red , I was swerving off in that vet

I been running shit for a while bitch , I been running shit like a vet

I was zipping through them lanes yea , I was coming in like a jet

If you speaking down on the mob , lil bitch we coming down on yo neck

Man these 762 bullets swear it's knocking off yo head

I be staying by lone cuz swear these groupie hoes act fed

I ain't cuffing on no ho I swear i'm worried bout this bread

If that dumb nigga come short I swear on everything he dead

He talking stupid yea he talking hot nigga grab the lil boy and put him on a sweater

Put that boy head on tha motherfucking ground and i'm shooting his head till ground fucking redder

You got her now but I had her before and she not gonna tell you but I fucked her better

I ain't even ask bitch she gave the shit up nigga you was on knees nigga you had to beg her

You get not bitches yea you get no pussy yea boy the shit sad ima call yo ass fletcher

I ain't no rat but I must be a rat man the way that i'm really just bout all this cheddar

Glock 43 with a motherfucking switch bitch I really be toting I call that ho shredder

Always that nigga forever that nigga I guess i'm that nigga that just do it best