MAINO - 1-900-The-Mafia feat. The Mafia lyrics

rate me

Yeah, here’s a couple of suggestions of how you could finess it

First you see the nigga and see if he gonn confess it

What’s done inside the dark gonn show up in the light

Never call a man a rat unless you see him black and white, right

Set the trap, if the boy eating cheese

Get the fuck away from him, if you think he jay reed

Look him in the eyes, see exactly what’s inside

Do your own work, see if he ever testify

Or run upon him throw a couple water on him

This nigga’s in the fast, and he drop quarters on him

Or catch him alone say you know his little secret

And from a right price between y’all you will keep it

Before you know it, you like when extortin him

Then you tell the hood anyway nigga, fuck em

You got that? Makin check for 900$ holler

First upon you should have called me

And put that thing to your baldy

And took that ring from your shawty

Niggas is sick, fresh to death like the ash

You thought niggas was rich

But niggas is hurting, nomads

Niggas is sick, when you comin through with it all on

Nigga a vic, and I don’t care if you a nigga or bitch

The streets be like that nigga a bitch

Don’t be listening and now your man like

Get caught slippin in van dyke

Hit the ground filled with that land like

You a mail and it was can night

Next time park in the bush, you take the cab over

Call this line, I’ll send the pass over

Tell my niggas to take it easy, mac oprah

Who you came to see though?

Pussy nigga prolly upstairs watching tivo

Every 2 minutes peek through his peephole

Like I was just about to come hit you, fuck outa here

First day’s first, should have never came to the book

If you ain’t passed in with them gangsters bra

You thought it was sweet, how you creep

One dip with no heat

Can you tell me what the fuck was you thinking bra

You a sheep around wolves, you ain’t eat in a week

And them motherfuckers gonn leave you stankin bra

Brooklyn just barclays, goons selling hard yay

Flatbush to broadway, g’s shootin broad day

Thinking what you think got your ass in a hard place

That instagram got your ass in the jail

Before you sent that dm you should have thought like a man

Who ain’t got shut but a bad bitch as his fam

You thought it waas the right time to line one of her friends

For a favorite cousin who just got out of can

Plus you from outta state, she just threw out the biat

Put kisses under your flicks, and post the pictures of her cake

Came with jewels in and your benz, you wanted to impress her

Now you lucky to go home on a stretcher

I mean look sonny it could be worse

You could run out the crib with your hand in your shirt

And try to front like it’s ... but fuck around and get murked

Shit, man, that would be a fatal attempt

...with moves from the rocker...cause you a dead motherfucker, sucker!