Carey Mariah

[Intro]
SJ
Convos, keep it brief
Niggas know I'm a chief like my name is Keef
Mafia ting in the streets
Unique, bring guns to the meet and greet

[Verse]
Man ain’t on-
Man ain't on piss and ain't got pots to piss in
Like, are you sure it’s me you're dissin'?
You don't even know but you'll still go missin'
They like their ting shady
I like my ting direct
Like, they never had Slim Shady baby
And threw that shit in the pyrex
Them man ain't trappers or grinders
Them man love bitchin' and whinin’
They ain’t even got no cash, they're liars
And they make worth, not a burger or a fiver
Nuttin’ to say, I'm a rider
No high five but I might .45 ya
With a ting, let it sing like a choir
Bullet his girl, gotta Carey, Mariah
Fire, only way to describe my attire
I'm high but I'm tryna get higher
Pepper that whip, leave his face on the tyre
Convos, keep it brief
Niggas know I’m a chief like my name is Keef
Mafia ting in the streets
Unique, bring guns to the meet and greet
Trick or treat, trick or treat
It ain't Halloween but I'll still give a nigga the sweets
Give a nigga the hands and feet
He was talkin' wass but it's not that deep
See my man and cock that heat
He ain't never seen a man get shot to sleep
(He ain't never seen a man get-)
Briefly, I know this might sound cheeky
But remember, I was the one that was on
And bare man were neeky
Act as I will with that Smithen
Two twin barrels are lipsin', kissin'
It's cold, better wear those mittens
You niggas are pussy, fuckin' kittens
Niggas don't want that palaver
Scarf on my head like a war in Gaza
Act up if you rather
I'll cut man clean, I don't mind some drama
He got-got, what a disaster
Got him again, it's a fuckin' saga
Big boss shit, I ain't into the rah-rah
Cuz' got grams of the sand, Sahara
Pop man's shit like Pringles
Or I might dent man's skin like dimples
I love MILF's and nymphos
But this .45, got no wrinkles
S15 let the ting go
Bark like a dog when I lean out the window
Bank book in the gym though
And I don't wanna hear man usin' my lingo