LaMafiamilia lyrics

[Intro]
Free Speedy Gang
Free Lil Will, ayy (free the guys man)
Free JoJo (f*ck all the opps man)

[Verse]
I'm in the dirty deepest part of the streets
Where gun sounds be disturbing the peace
These n*ggas know that we ain't keepin' the peace
That Smith & Wesson sweep him right off his feet, hey
I'm a hitter like Sonny
Red tips rippin' straight through your tummy
Have the medics wrap you up like a mummy
Free my goonies, we was out gettin' money
We the mafia b*tch
And soon to come out, be the god of this sh*t
No I can't stop with this sh*t
You can hate me all you want lil b*tch
Just 'cause you say you with it
That don't mean that you can bang with the clique
These n*ggas they not in the field
I see it in they eyes, they all counterfeit
I'm ridin' 'round with your b*tch in the coupe
She suckin' my di*k like she slurpin' on soup
She say she love me but that ain't nothin' new
The way you feel for me I don't feel for you, nah
Mind so cold like an icebox
Me and the goonies be in the field on night watch
I pop up, aim at your dreads and your flat top
Man down, that's a murder on your block
Broad day, you hear a whole lot of gunshots
You ain't with it buddy, you soft like a gumdrop
See it in him, he ain't finna let the gun pop
Hold on, listen pay close attention
pus*y n*gga this the family business
So you can't hang if you ain't handlin' business
You better ride when it's that time for a mission
Nah we ain't missin', we gon' blow out your vision
Bro leave him dirty like a sink full of dishes
I'm in the cots trappin' out of the kitchen
With thirty-three on me like I'm Scottie Pippen
I be skippin' b*tches, yeah I be pimpin'
Don't be mad at your chick 'cause she be grippin' on me
If you want a verse I need me a fee
sh*t ain't free, yeah it be hard in these streets
I go dumb, I'm a retard on the beat
They tell me eLVy you the god, I told 'em I already know
I ain't no king but I'm takin' over the throne
The devil tryna talk but I told him leave me alone
He keep tryna test my patience and knock me out of my zone
But he can't, 'cause I be feelin' myself
I feel like I'm hotter than hell
Don't try to offer me nothin'
I'm sorry, my soul ain't for sale
I keep the poles too, I don't ask for no help
Come to the hood and come and see for yourself
Don't be dissin' on me 'cause it's bad for your health
I spit that heat up on the track 'til it melt
I was brought to this earth by myself so I'ma leave this b*tch by myself
Feel like a champ, I need me a belt (money)
They know I'ma ball, they just wanna see a young n*gga fall
Yeah they know I'ma ball, I'ma show these n*ggas I need it all
[Outro]
I'ma show these n*ggas I need it all
​eLVy the God
Free all the goonies man
Free 6 man