Real Mafia

[Intro]
(Brrt, brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

[Verse]
Ayy, play the beat, bro, let me talk about my life (Real shit)
Since 13 I been playin' with these pipes
And you better have one on top if you stoppin' at that light
Mama looked at me like, "Son, the shit you doin', it ain't right"
But before they take my life, mama, I'ma go do life ([?] down)
12_7 JackBoiiz, real mafia
I had to rob as a kid, all kinds of stuff
Ooh, that's a shame, shame little bitty said the condom bust (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Free the chain gang, they set him on the mob and bust (Free the demons)
He not gangway, you niggas knew what time it was
But, shh, we ain't gon' spеak upon it
Slo-Be always pick me up 'cause I'll lеave somebody
Dork said he ain't ever killed a man but he seen a body
Damn, huh, that's just funny to me (Ayy, what the fuck?)
If lil mama want my time come get some money with me
I don't play games, I ain't no kid, it ain't a chuckle in me
Real recognize real so real niggas fuckin' with me
Yup, ah, they salute me
You don't like who I'm affiliated with, then, nigga, shoot me
Scuba divin', I just almost drowned in that pussy
I don't want him round if he a clown, real rookie
It's just me and my round, we ridin' round blowin' Cookie
He don't want no body, if he did he could've cooked me
Niggas pussy and I ain't finna lie about it
They took your brother, stop the cryin' and go slide about it
We call the Drakey Baby Dragon, it spit fire out it
She got the rental in her name, oh, we slidin' out it
Niggas goofy and they snakes and everybody clownin'
He in this water, he can't swim, then you know he drownin'
She said, "Your jeans hella tight," bet I'll whip thirty out it
And I ain't talkin' 'bout my pole, I'm talking thirty thousand
We came from robbin' niggas, poverty and public housing
You feelin' froggy nigga, leap, stop with all that bouncin'
What? Nigga, 'cause we'll get it popping
Bitches chase me in the mall when they see me shoppin'
Oh, he talking like he sick, bro'll leave him topless
AKA Mr. Bin Laden, nigga, we be mobbin'
These hoes boosie, I ain't lyin', they be really fraudulent
He in my hood sellin—shh—gotta pay some homage
Stupid, silly, niggas hilarious
Everybody hates Chris, know he a Darius
I need a ring for the streets 'cause I married it
Big booty bitch bouncin' ass, ooh, she very thick
Ayy, ooh, she very thick
Big booty bitch bouncin' ass, ooh, she very thick