I thought I was going somewhere, you motherfucking right, I'm going to the goddamn bank, you
know what I'm saying, keep on talking down, don't have a dick in your mouth, talking *
and get your ass kicked quick, * it with the T.O.B., nigga, I do the hit, integration,
misrelation, now they can't find you, Chris is cutting piss from set, go blind you, boss
on boss, it's number one, more boss, and everybody want to know, Mr. 3-2-Bross, * my head
a couple times, I'm going to chalk it up as a loss, play with me like that again though,
I'm going to * you out from the north to the south, I demand my respect, man, I'm a
wreck, and it ain't no flex like that for a motherfucker to call me out my name, governor
down south, southern nun street game, hey, thanks baby, baby, we getting the dough, so
I'm going to get it while it's good, even better, I'm going to get it while it's good,
it's number one, more boss, and everybody want to know, Mr. 3-2-Bross, * my head
a couple times, I'm going to break a couple hoes, real man's get-toes, they ain't Don
Foes, and I got more bras than for Sasha, I got gold, the mafia can bitch in this some
* that got dementia, boys talking out of my name, like some hoes, they be bitching,
I'm just itching, ready to scratch, big old heavyweight, I swear it ain't no match, welcome
to the mafia, you can bitch in this some * that got dementia, boys talking out of my
name, like some hoes, they be bitching, I'm just itching, ready to scratch, big old heavyweight,
I swear it ain't no match, ready to scratch, ready to snatch, out in the frame, I ain't
Bout to give you no fame, so I say no names
Used to be my ace, boom, boom
My number one league, but for that devilish * you did
I oughta get after your little kids
Get rid of your ass forever
Delete ya, mistreat ya, and teach ya
With the paretta, you boys are scared of
Mr., Mr., 3-2, sippin' on cream
Mixed with blue beer, A&W
Show my raw naked ass on stage for real
Fuckin' with that Illuminati
Down in Smithsville, now I chill
Kick back, got a hundred dollar bill
What's the deal, pop the seal, ride down on you like a spiel
Expeelin' hydroponic, blowin' on Humble County
Nobody know where I sleep, bitch, y'all can't buy me
Every major one inside me, I'm thinkin' seven or eight digits
Greeted for the green, I got a hell of a couple meal ticket
The mafia convention, there's some * I gotta mention
Boys, crocodile, know my name
Like some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'
Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiter
So it ain't no match
Welcome to the mafia convention
There's some * I gotta mention
Boys, crocodile, know my name
Like some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'
Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiter
So it ain't no match
Royal to my people, I call family
The ones who got love for me unconditionally
Listen to me, the S-U-C
We click, dub, play pussy in these H-Town streets
Here I get *, wanna come up, stay or die
Southside monster, connectin', underground
Out of time, networkin', buildin' up clientele
Be the *, fuckin' your bitch and got the whole sale
Oh well, we shot callin', turbo ballin', movin' fast
In these days of the dance, dedicated on the match
I wrote it all, and there's some livin' like a savage
Don't playin' games at all, done it dirty for the cabbage
25-pointed cameras, glassy ice on a piece
8,000 down the drain, lost it in the streets
I know this * weak, I was out of control
You play with me if you want to, I'ma knock you out, oh
The mafia convention
There's some * I gotta mention
Boys, crocodile, know my name
Like some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'
Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiter
So it ain't no match
Welcome to the mafia convention
There's some * I gotta mention
Boys, crocodile, know my name
Like some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'
Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiter
So it ain't no match
2-dollar gas, 2-dollar gas, that's niggas
Rotch-ass hoes