Mafia Member

Yeah, alright It's my way or the highway, yeah C'mon, shit, yeah Alright, look Listen, look, alright Shit that make a diamond shatter That's the pressure I been after Seen his shirt was hangin' on a wire, we clotheslined 'em after I done my turned my back on them so fast, it got my got my spine all backwards Plus, I'm always lookin' down on they ass, I need a chiropractor Shootin' Supa Hot Fire 'atcha, but I'm not a rapper Only time I'm under bitches' posts, they use my lines as captions Only job that these bitches want need link-in-bio tappers Only J-O-B in yo' bio should be the Bible chapter That's simple Shooters out the back window miss and then they whack kiddos Give a bitch a rack and now she loaded like my last pistol He done tried to run and he fell flat, he caught a back missile Now the Red Cross all on his back, that boy a black widow Free King Spider, they in the court doin' all sorts of pointin' 360 deal, ya' contract lawyer look court appointed Man, all of they stories spoilin', I cover my eyes and block it And some of my people trappin' out the crib like Macauley Culkin My circle steady waitin' on yo' drop, but it's not a mosh pit I done broke the rules of Islam, I be drawin' profits "Paid Red, can you send me a thousand? I'm out here shopping" Sent that bitch 4 digits like she forgot her login Yeah And that's just to summarize it All them gun sounds in the booth, you sound just like Dylan Brodie tryna rock a fella and make him put up his diamonds Red mean what he told you, bitch, if you think he's fuckin' lyin' Then Red is gon' underline it, like he on some grammar checkin' shit They said it's a price tag on my head, I'm like, "Yeah my fitteds fresh" Couple of my bars, they gon' rewind it, like, "Damn, he said that shit?" Make 'em run it backwards like they lookin' for Satanic messages, yeah Y'all remember back in the day Motherfuckers was playin' motherfuckers' songs in reverse, talkin' bout, "Oh he the devil, oh he sold his soul!" Man, you can tell that shit from playin' a motherfucker's song forwards nowadays Look, yeah 'Cleezy jacket down with feathers, I'm gon be around forever I don't talk no small shit, especially no, "How bout the weather?" Got a charger sittin' in my garage, but I ain't got a Tesla Bitches suckin' shot glasses down, they doin Kylie Jenner Stackin' vintage hockey sweaters Win a chip every year like Alcoholics Anonymous members You can think that I'm an easy lick and have yo' shawty set up But, boy, just know, this shit ain't black and white, y'all could get washed together F*ck around and laundromat 'em Me and gang just lit an onion up, we Benihana cheffin' Paranoid of raids, I hear a knock-knock joke, I'm out the window Rappers get locked for a week and come out, "Mashallah"-in 'atcha Whole time he ate with the pigs, in there that boy haram as ever Rainbow colored flowers, we be smokin' Murakami pressure Never crease the kicks, I can't get on one knee and pop the question Yeah Aye, and free the mafia members Lil' 40-somethin' bar action, I wasn't eve-I wasn't even keepin' count, but uh You know, I got other shit to count instead, you feel me? You feel me? Lil' light shit, Roadrun, Redway, the motherfuckin' motto And I'm gon see you tomorrow Yeah, f*ck it