Notagang

51 is not a gang , bitch we the motherfuckin' mafia Whole lot of sticks and a bunch of chops when we poppin' up Bitch I'm steppin' in Dior, this ain't no motherfuckin' notica Get off the perks and get to tweakin', put on my gloves and try to box a bus They want me for a hundred K, I had to tell them that is not enough These niggas playin' with they nose if they really thinkin' they as hot as us (That shit sound stupid as f*ck) Bitch cuz we on motherfuckin' fire, been shitting on these niggas I need a motherfuckin' diaper These niggas boxin', I got a hundred bullets for a hundred fighters Twelve hundred bows, and they all on the road, I need a driver I came a long way from servin' fiends and pullin' all-nighters Bitch, cause I'm rich now, and I ain't missin' nothin The Glock got a button so it glitch now I just pulled another two in my pop, this bitch a six now He thought he was the shit until I hit him in his shit, he got a stench now Now his body reekin', you take one of mine, I need six of yours And now we probably even on the road with a bag of pink pills I heard it's molly season, I gave one to this bird brain bitch And now Polly tweakin', like now she trippin' on me Since I'm rich I gave Quan a couple bands to get rid of homie And I can't do it, it's too many bodies on this gun, I got some victims on me I can really fold the chop and trick these niggas like a pistol on me And I know these niggas really sick of me like they got trichomonia They told me drop an album on they neck, but I can't do it yet, feds on my ass Because I shipped a pack out to Budapest I just need the plug to hold a couple bricks so I can move the rest If my nigga reach and foul, and they call it, I'ma shoot the ref Like I'ma blow him down, if I'm on a flight and catch my opp Young Jock, bitch, it's goin' down, and I really been that nigga If they ain't know, then they know it now (Oh lord, let me get back to it right quick) Man, tell them niggas slide, cause all that postin' that they doin' we don't care about it We put that shit up in the air, and now it's there, so don't get scared about it Cause now we pressin' shit like Patty Bev And we kill the close to Kin If we can't catch you, then your daddy dead Like, man, f*ck it, get the baby sister And I heard they treat her like family, get the babysitter Heard his granny on IV finna add some fentanyl so I can make her sicker Finna send a shot, not no message, y'all can't make me bicker 51 is not a game, bitch we the motherfuckin' mafia It's a whole lot of sticks and a bunch of chops when we poppin' up And y'all niggas really poor, it ain't nobody on the top but us Even if we throwin' stones, you lil' niggas couldn't rock with us Yall need to go and get some fuckin' bread Next nigga speak on 51, I'm beatin' shit down they fuckin' legs Cuz Murder what she wrote, and leave these niggas dead with the f*ck she said We'll leave a nigga six feet, nigga, where the bottom is Why these niggas talkin' crazy, like I can't find out where your mama live Why y'all parents even have y'all, shoulda left y'all where the condom is And when I catch him, I'ma send him up to God, I heard the problem's his Nigga, long story short, stop fuckin' playin' with me For I have y'all mamas cryin' and y'all grannies cryin' and shit And we not no gang, nigga, we a fuckin' mafia