Mob Boss

[Verse 1: GizzleGoo]
Yuh, Ayyy
I got Fendi on my fragrance
I got Fendi on my belt
Run up on me and them bullets get dealt
Drop 10 shots on the drop and he fell
Walk in smoke on that gas when I smell
I be on dark shit like I'm from Hell
Fucking yo bitch, I got the dick (Huh)
And you know I made her yell (Huh)
Smoking a lot you can hear it like a bell
If you talk shit I'm dropping them shells
I got the drugs, I'm tryna sell
Burst yo ass like a fucking blood cell
Playing these bitches Nintendo, yuh
They said I was a weirdo, yuh
But I'm up now where did he go, yuh
My flow get louder crescendo, yuh
I am not from the ghetto, yuh
I don't shoot up on your fellas, yuh
Eating my black and espresso, yuh
Playing these bitches like cello, yuh
That pussy good, it was yellow, yuh (ayy)
Pussy taste just like some Jell-O, yuh (ayy)
Beat the kitty up like a pillow, yuh
Shooting these boys like in Halo, yuh
Shawtie want dick I said hold on
I got the Glock and the energy
This muhfucka a friend of me
Leave her waiting like its Jeopardy
Then she get throwed up
Bitches be testing me, Cops be stressing me
God be blessing me, Opps be flexing me
I might have to throw down (yuh)
Charge him for I'm giving out 4 rounds
Ima snap you like a fucking picture
If you try to talk about my boy Ginger
Ima shank you like a mother fucking splinter
Turn his body cold like it was fucking winter
This ain't a contest but I'm the winner
Your bitch is horny I had to dick her
Find a sloppy hoe on mother fucking Tinder
Ima catch you down the pond like a fucking fisher
Clip so many packs, call me Walter White
Try to talk shit, we ain't gonna fight
Ima bust shots so say goodnight
Reloading choppa (grrrr) and it gon bite
I fuck on the throat
Chainsaw my neck when we choke
The gas what I smoke
Shawtie want sex, bitch I said no
Run up on me and I'm letting it go
Bitch got the blicky
If he tryna act shifty (grrrr)
Ima pop on the kidney
Shawtie tryna give me hickey
I said bitch fuck out my living room
Tryna threaten my to do
You'll get shot up in the twos (GSG: Lets Gooooo)
Boy what do it do

[Verse 2: Ginger Snap Ganon]
Yeah what do it do
Step up to me and my man GizzleGoo
You ain't got the revenue that I accrue
I will make you an offer you cannot refuse
I got so much money it falls outta my pocket
I tip all that shit like a fucking canoe (No cap)
If I hear you talking shit, Ima pull up with the stick
And I'll leave your head dripping like it was fondue
I be getting stacks I can call a hit on ya
Doesn't take a lot for me to get rid of ya
Knock yo ass out pull up and spit on ya
Throw you in the gutter I hope you get shit on ya
I'm a mob boss I got so much power
You won't test me no your a coward
Up on my tower, I'm smoking that fire flower
Ima dunk on you like my name was Dwight Howard
I'm in the Mafia, I'm gonna chop ya
Making you swim with the fishes tilapia
You wanna come and play with the famiglia
Where ever you going I'm right here to stop ya
Hitching a ride from my corriere
You challenged us we don't think you're ready
You don't wanna fuck with the Zenzero Family
That would be bad ask my consigliere (No no)
Out on the East Coast, we pull up in the Rolls Royce
Yeah the Silver Ghost yeah
I'm doing payroll, whatever I say goes
Yeah I'm the host yeah
I'm the Godfather try not to offend
They saying I'm toast but I bring in the bread
Don't cross the line, you've run out of time
I drink wine thats red like that dot on your head
Yeah pinstripe suit
Raise a glass raise a champagne flute
Private chef cooking salmon en croûte
If I reach for my waist you know I'm finna shoot
Roll down the Rolls window
We'll come pick you up, jump in, Corbin Bleu
But if you get on my bad side
I'll have your insides spilling, chicken cordon bleu
Yeah, revenue
The money I'm making now thats revenue
Yeah, check the news
Another big hit from me and my crew
Down at the macelleria, I'm slicing that meat up
Yeah fresh gabagool
Ginger Snap Ganon, GizzleGoo
Fuhgeddaboutit, what do it do (Yeah)