747 Mafia

[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you want to call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up

[Verse]
These niggas, always talkin' tough on the net
You should know that I keep a hundred rounds in the clip
Throw a beat on and watch me play around with this bitch
Niggas actin' like they never seen me actin' like this
Yeah it's Chi Chi, you know that nigga always with the shits
Get your party shot up if I call my nigga Prince
These Amiri jeans got me drippin' like I'm Dritch
They be talkin' bout nothin' I can talk about some shit
I took risks they ain't ever took shit but a shit
Bro hit a lick and pulled up on me just to split it
These niggas pussy who the fuck is they kiddin'
I been pimpin', kickin' hoes out the brib like Smitty
Hit a verse or a beat tell your niggas get with me
In the booth whippin' work got my nigga stick with me
Got a show tonight it's about to get litty
Told Meech that my chain gotta be dancin' like Diddy
Losin' all the options so I had to get it poppin'
Hit you with some knowledge like a nigga went to college
Niggas think they on my level, yeah I highly doubt it
Lived a brazed life ya i can tell you everything about it
All this pain got me pourin' up like a water fountain
Shit stuck in my head and I'm tryna get it out it
Dropped out of school, I still know how to count it
And other countries they know about me
Dark clouds outside, plug parked outside
He know I can get him gone by the morning
Bring a low rate back like an orbit
This shit bump natural I don't force it
I can leave and still come back the man like Jordan
I don't sleep, open 24 hours Tim Hortons
Off the percs, she said she feel my dick hit her organs
Blood tax me for the drink I guess he thought it was a shortage
I ain't brimpin', I'm ridin' round the city bumpin' witnesses
This shit just simple, I got too much shit on my mental
I done doubled up like Nipsey now I'm tryna make it triple
If you don't like me, two fingers in the middle
Carve my name in the cement, people change like the seasons
Take the label off the pop but you know what I'm drinkin'
Why the fuck do people think they know what I'm thinkin'
I don't trust niggas I got too many reasons
I'm the king of this shit, Frank White
How the fuck is you broke that ain't life
We did some wrongs we just tryna make right
But for me, son I'ma take you out in broad daylight
I don't sleep bitch I vamp in the woods with my camp
Lightin' woods like a lamp mafia I'm stamped
Yea bitch I am him I ain't shootin' at the rim
I ain't even in the gym, on the block like Tim
I can feel the pressure liftin' straight up off my shoulders
Told my girl that I'ma put her in a new rover
In my way, you better move or get moved over
Red bandana tied around my head like Hogan
I can't take these niggas berious, that's my slogan
We gon' ​make it out the hood that's my only focus
Make a hundred thou, spend thirty on a Rolex
Chi-Chi get the yayo, but you already know that