mafia [bonus]

[Intro: $amaad]
(808 my crew)
Mm

[Chorus: $amaad]
I was serving the work, I was blasting it
Like I took you to Church, I was-
Aye, needed money ‘cause I had an extra bitch (uh)

[Verse 1: $amaad]
She ask me, I’m with the mafia, I’m poppin’ shit with the mafia (poppin’ shit with the mafia)
Bitch keep asking me, I’m with the mafia, I’m poppin’ shit with the mob (mob)
She ask me when we gon’ take us a trip, we going to Prague (aye)
I said we gon’ go in a minute, I said it won’t take too long
I can’t take no break too long
I can’t stay in your face too long
I don’t wan’ hear your music, uh (mm)
Keep that shit you make at home (nah, for real)
Ion got leave my city, uh
I can just make sum paper at home
Y-Your bitch fucked on me, huh
I hope you don’t take that wrong

[Verse 2: $amaad]
I-I go to war like a Mexican (uh)
Serve me a nigga, I’m blasting it (uh)
I-I gotta drank me sum lean (uh)
Took it to Blu and he checking it (for real)
I-I sold the fake Celine (uh)
I watch a hoe put a check in it (what?)
I gotta thank the lean (nah for real, dawg)
Bad bitches catching headshots (ugh)
I-I got a bitch in a headlock (uh)
I just smash, don’t save a thot (aye)
She don’t even know me, how did we fuck? (aye)
He ain’t even knowing how to keep up
Bad bitches that I gotta get back
Bad bitches who ain’t knowing it’s us, wow
Aye, aye, aye (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: $amaad & slip2crzyy]
I was serving the work, I was blasting it (blasting it, yeah)
Like I took you to Church, I was- (uh, yeah)
Aye, needed money ‘cause I had an extra bitch

[Verse 3: slip2crzyy]
I’m flyer than that
I hop off a jet and I get this bih soaring like, motherfuck your set
Y-You ain’t go through with that homi ‘cause they catch a body
And you go report it, go back (nah, for real)
You fucking Harley but I put that bih on a Harley and I’m fucking harder than that
You see all my pointers they (shoot, shoot)
Atlanta, you come get the deal
Look like, damn, what a bitch say?
No, I never wanna fight with a big blade (aye, aye)
Pick a stick for the top, where the licks at?
If it’s on it, you strap up and miss that (miss that)
My bih got body, I slide in that
Need more 20, you smoking that? (nah, for real)
Out by the ounce, I post the bail (what?)
You know the mission, my bitches for real
Double that back and I bought her sum nails
I’m up off the G6, my body so ill
I’m up off the addy, the mob bringing scales
If I pop the Act, then my conscious get real
Hit on my bank, then it hit in my safe
Run the world like Bron, CLE to LA (oh)
And I put it in the R, so you know it’s got a wraith
Hide the pain in the cup like a mask on a face
Oh, say that’s gang, yuh (aye)
Free Khiry, tell ‘em send him back home
And the lean got me moving like (what?)
I was never gon’ do that alone
I just been popping shit with the mob
And I pop at the bih like $amaad
And I pop at ya bitch with the mafia
I just hope you don’t take that wrong

[Outro: slip2crzyy]
Serving and blasting it (blasting it)
Yuh