Mafia Ties 3 ft. Riicardo, Fella Jack, Crispy Gotti, Dooley Ridah & BagBoy Po Lyrics

Ooh, CYN playin' crazy

Ooh, that's the key

The only way you gon' win if I stop playin

You not tryna shoot it off with bitch, we can box then

If I catch you out, I swear to God you gettin' boxed in

I shootin' at the body, lil' nigga, I hit the top of it

What the fuck wrong with niggas? I'm all demon-tied

Don't believe them niggas what they sayin' cause they all be lyin

You don't believe in karma? Look at all these niggas die

The only goal y'all should have, nigga, is stayin' alive

You just a hunnid on the ground just to show niggas

All my niggas steppers, all these switches, not for show, nigga

We slidin' in the summer, he been slidin' in the snow with it

Ain't no opps safe, put the tag on his toe, nigga

Bet his mama said her son was always so good

Bet she ain't know that he was up to no good

He was always throwin' shit with niggas all in his hood

Till he got his ass spanked, nine's ass in the woods

Pussy-ass nigga know how I get when I'm lit

Smith and Wesson strap on my hip, it's part of the fit

Ain't no back and forth with niggas like bitches talkin' that shit

I see you and Spock to switch, now the nigga walk like he switch

Reports of a nigga dyin, but they can't find it or solve it

Because ain't no evidence, this shit look like natural causes

I'm from the D, ain't no pausing, the cops behind me, I'm haulin

Throw the beam on the Taurus, fuck nigga, don't be the target

Heard about my dog, I'm tryna go and catch a kill

You ain't heard about the murder? We told Tag shit for real, this shit ain't sweet

Dead fine, your body hangin' by the tree

Tied in with all the killers from Detroit to West V

Look, beatin' on your bitch because she bumpin' P music

Your nigga not standin' on no business, what the fuck y'all got legs for

Flashin' all that money on the gram with your mans, bro

When my mans was down bad, I put him out on Eastside air, bro

Niggas dyin' every day, I ain't scared to go to war

Niggas know I drive a coupe, let me slap this bitch's porch

Caught him walkin' out the crib, dog, he died on the porch

Bitch, I ride with a hammer in my hand like Thor

That's a bird, that's a plane, no, that's Gotti in a drop

It's a zipper on his stomach from the switch, he on the Glock

That nigga had to die, he was thinkin' I'm a box

I ain't ever been a hoe, no, a nigga not I

Uh-huh, that's some switches, I don't gotta throw shots

I just bomb for the bitches, you don't wanna be up so bad

Okay, we lynchin, get a nigga scratched off

If my trigger finger itchin, we stepped on the work

Uh-huh, I stand on business, how the fuck so many hoes

I should be in the world's Guinness

In a ten so much, could've swore I was from Memphis

You also cook, put a fork in them, they finish

Started off small-timin, then the bag got enlarged

Sixty-five dollars, half a railroad without charge

Now the bag dominoes, what's against me, show heart

Strikers huggin' every block that they hug like go-karts

I'm a chill nigga, y'all don't want me to pull your whole cart

This afternoon got titties hangin' out with no bra

I was humble with it, now I'm on my bragging boats part

I can never let a bitch drive me crazy with no car

Different rentals every week for me, shout-out to Enterprise

They swiped on life for years, but I still got them one-biz

Memorized 200 pair of shoes, got my shit lookin' like finish line

You can't walk a mile in my shoes, we wear a different size

Dawg is talkin' crazy on the net until we at this live

I never had to go to Captain J's to get them chickens fried

Niggas swear they talk a little shit, but tell the biggest lies

Niggas thought that they was turnin' up, you see the difference now

Ayy, check a nigga tent, like a thermometer, I ain't cuttin' scrap

I get this in the shots, it's like a bottle, girl

Ayy, you got the Glock, but you ain't use it

You done ran into the nigga, killed your mans, but you ain't shoot him

If we ever finish live, don't bring no bands, we in the Buick

How bout fuck that ring camera, walk him down and get to shootin

I kick a nigga dope, it's kinda like when they be lootin

Huh, trappin' ain't dead, it's like the feds been recruitin, huh

Trappin' ain't dead, niggas scared

Niggas would rather S.A. bury mama for some bread

Walk around with no money, it's a dead nigga

Big homie in my hood, I really fed niggas

Can't be broke around me, that's a scared nigga

Take his pocket, see if he breathin, y'all be dead niggas

Just need to put it on your hair and buy a chain with it

See, I do it by myself and buy a Cuban with it