God Bless the Mafia

(album: Mafia Way - 2017)

(Meech)
Yeah, ayy

This bitch wanna fuck me and bro (Oowee)
She a freak, so I hit it on the floor (Like a dog)
Bust a nut, asked the bitch, "What I owe?" (What I owe you?)
She like Gucci, so I swiped her some clothes
I ain't stingy, paid for nails and them toes (I get 'em both)
What you want, some champagne, you like Rose?
Brought out my ice kit from Gary, bitch, I'm froze (Bling)
Everything I got on cost a roll, bitch
I talk that shit 'cause I live that ('Cause I live that)
She in love with backshots, get her weave snatched (Ayy, ayy)
Nuker send a few shots where your wig at (Bow, bow, bow)
Run up in a nigga brib where he live at (His house)
Make a nigga spend a roll to get his kids back (Everything)
Get a nigga wrapped up, that shit's real whack (Shit's real)
Bet the jackboys'll tell you what it is, Jack (They'll tell you)
Bet these bad hoes'll tell you where the real at (let 'em know)
This big yop stick'll show a nigga true feelings (Yeah)
I think I got robbed 'cause the roof missing (I can't find it)
Baby, throw it back a lil', bitch, you too in it (Doing too much)
She said she can't help herself, I'm just too different
8 a.m., I be riding past the soup kitchen (Workin')
Bitch pussy get wet when the blues in it
I put on a diving suit, jumped smooth in it (Jumped smooth in it)
Gave the bitch five hundred, blew her two kisses (Mwah, mwah)
Text my nigga out in Cali, tell him mail that (Ayy, send it)
I can talk about that— 'cause I sell that (Yeah)
Rolling this Gelato, bitch, you smell that? (You smell that shit?)
You gon' feel like you the one when you inhale that (Why?)
Eightball was in the hole, he got his sale snatched (Free my niggas)
I just got my soul snatched in the Hellcat (Haha)
Jeans cost a pair of Loubs, Loubs cost an oldie (Woo)
Oldie cost a new school with some Ruccis on it (Skrrt)
Bitch say I'm him-him and put the coochie on it (Let's get it)
Feeling like I'm B.I.G., but ain't no COOGI on me (Ayy, baby)
I be feeling like a group, all these groupies on me (Haha)
Handyman, handyman, got the toolie on me
Ayy, I talk that shit 'cause I live that ('Cause I live that)
I'm tryna put my dick where her ribs at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got her bagging up the work where her kids at
I don't put it in a wrap if I ain't did that (Nah)
Pussy

Ayy, God bless the mafia, nigga
God bless the mafia, bitch
We can do a lot for you
(Meech, Meech, what it look like?)