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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking show
He wanna talk shit on the gram best believe we kicking down his f*cking door
I gotta zooka zooka lil bitch yea you know we finna f*cking get to war
Nigga we popping outs to yo crib then we f*cking in and 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 which I wanna pour
Had yo bitch feeling me and she f*cked 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 smoking 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 he couldn't close his damn mouth
I was swerving off in that cherry red I was zooming 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 bitch we coming down on 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 motherf*cking ground and i'm shooting his head till ground f*cking redder
You got her now but I had her before and she not gonna tell you but I f*cked that 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 imma 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 motherf*cking 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
KiddNeutron - Mafia Musik 2 Lyrics
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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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking show
He wanna talk shit on the gram best believe we kicking down his f*cking door
I gotta zooka zooka lil bitch yea you know we finna f*cking get to war
Nigga we popping outs to yo crib then we f*cking in and 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 which I wanna pour
Had yo bitch feeling me and she f*cked 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 smoking 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 he couldn't close his damn mouth
I was swerving off in that cherry red I was zooming 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 bitch we coming down on 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 motherf*cking ground and i'm shooting his head till ground f*cking redder
You got her now but I had her before and she not gonna tell you but I f*cked that 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 imma 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 motherf*cking 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
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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking show
He wanna talk shit on the gram best believe we kicking down his f*cking door
I gotta zooka zooka lil bitch yea you know we finna f*cking get to war
Nigga we popping outs to yo crib then we f*cking in and 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 which I wanna pour
Had yo bitch feeling me and she f*cked 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 smoking 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 he couldn't close his damn mouth
I was swerving off in that cherry red I was zooming 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 bitch we coming down on 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 motherf*cking ground and i'm shooting his head till ground f*cking redder
You got her now but I had her before and she not gonna tell you but I f*cked that 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 imma 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 motherf*cking 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
Writer: DaShaun Bates
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