Mafia Flex
I can get really aggressive
Five fingers to the face me a nigga or can go get me a weapon
These ain't no Jordan's you know
We can kick it my baby just watch how you steppin
If a Nigga sneeze Ima play god the choppa givin Niggas blessings
They hate how the mafia flexin
We got Tecs on us
Put two arms up and flex on em
Why you trippin bout a bitch Nigga
We don't ever put no stress on em I'm gone
We Reckless
They hate how the mafia flexin
They stressin
And they hate how the mafia flexin
They hate what da mafia Do to em
Tried to flex but his muscle was too little
Say you got the Lo then go lay on it
You know I can't go blicky stay on me
They hate how the mafia flexin
They hate on the bags we checkin
But I would just watch how you play with me
I got shooters out the way with me
It be real easy to load up them glizzys and pop me pizzy and go do a drill
My babies get busy they fuck up the bity
They don't leave you living they bomin to kill
My baby from slidin and shootin it out
Wit these Niggas no kizzy he in it for real
I told em like creep up on em and go get em
I bet you gone hit em without havin skills
Yo mans died we ain't gotta care
Choppa shakin like a rockin chair
I don't give a fuck If yo party bussin
I ain't comin I can't get the glock in there
How the drum beating it is not a snare
I'll hit the plug and blow Prada fair
I love the fashion I be livin lavish I done mixed the Gucci with that Damier
White sticks say Cartier
Go ask about us we been ballin yeah
I hit the Lean and I get it sold how I played boy you would think cartie here
Fresh as hell when I pop out
Glizzy on me better watch out
You gone loose yo life Niggas better twice talkin shit that they not bout
I can get really aggressive
Five fingers to the face me a nigga or can go get me a weapon
These ain't no Jordan's you know
We can kick it my baby just watch how you steppin
If a Nigga sneeze Ima play god the choppa givin Niggas blessings
They hate how the mafia flexin
We got Tecs on us
Put two arms up and flex on em
Why you trippin bout a bitch Nigga
We don't ever put no stress on em I'm gone
We Reckless
They hate how the mafia flexin
They stressin
And they hate how the mafia flexin
Five fingers to the face me a nigga or can go get me a weapon
These ain't no Jordan's you know
We can kick it my baby just watch how you steppin
If a Nigga sneeze Ima play god the choppa givin Niggas blessings
They hate how the mafia flexin
We got Tecs on us
Put two arms up and flex on em
Why you trippin bout a bitch Nigga
We don't ever put no stress on em I'm gone
We Reckless
They hate how the mafia flexin
They stressin
And they hate how the mafia flexin
They hate what da mafia Do to em
Tried to flex but his muscle was too little
Say you got the Lo then go lay on it
You know I can't go blicky stay on me
They hate how the mafia flexin
They hate on the bags we checkin
But I would just watch how you play with me
I got shooters out the way with me
It be real easy to load up them glizzys and pop me pizzy and go do a drill
My babies get busy they fuck up the bity
They don't leave you living they bomin to kill
My baby from slidin and shootin it out
Wit these Niggas no kizzy he in it for real
I told em like creep up on em and go get em
I bet you gone hit em without havin skills
Yo mans died we ain't gotta care
Choppa shakin like a rockin chair
I don't give a fuck If yo party bussin
I ain't comin I can't get the glock in there
How the drum beating it is not a snare
I'll hit the plug and blow Prada fair
I love the fashion I be livin lavish I done mixed the Gucci with that Damier
White sticks say Cartier
Go ask about us we been ballin yeah
I hit the Lean and I get it sold how I played boy you would think cartie here
Fresh as hell when I pop out
Glizzy on me better watch out
You gone loose yo life Niggas better twice talkin shit that they not bout
I can get really aggressive
Five fingers to the face me a nigga or can go get me a weapon
These ain't no Jordan's you know
We can kick it my baby just watch how you steppin
If a Nigga sneeze Ima play god the choppa givin Niggas blessings
They hate how the mafia flexin
We got Tecs on us
Put two arms up and flex on em
Why you trippin bout a bitch Nigga
We don't ever put no stress on em I'm gone
We Reckless
They hate how the mafia flexin
They stressin
And they hate how the mafia flexin
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Writer(s): Devin Lloyd
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