ASN - Mafioso (feat. ASN Roe, CZY-ONE & ASN Steez)

Shawty say she for me but I think she tryna do me harm
Stop that bitch right in her tracks like you can't get me lucky charms
Say she tryna stay close knit but I don't even play with yarn
Niggas talking shit I up that blick now it's a false alarm
Beat to death with my bare hands he think he grizzly
Only Wok it ain't no trizzy
She getting drunk she getting pissy
My baddd
I done asked about a nigga she then told me don't askkk
You can get her back after we outta gym class
Demons on my back, I think they found out I'm secular
Niggas start fold, I turn to diamonds when that pressure up
It's a m on the bmw coupe, this ain't regular
It's a blick on my side, for a nigga that think he set me up
Bro thinking bout copping foreign
Feel like he don't flex enough
When he hit the gas up in this bitch no you ain't catching up
We can't put the bag up in yo hands cause you be messing up
Know my jumper water try to check imma wet you up
Play it crazy you get stretched
Dog shit they called the vet
Sending runs like we the Mets
Shoot his own just like a tech
Blowin on exotics, I be high out my mind
I'm into, making money, so do not waste my time
I'm sparking light in this genesis, not talking the Bible
Issa earthquake when this Audi start, but this just the idle
Just cuz I said, that you smoove, that do not mean ima wife you
Big turbo, on the supra, it's all white I call it lightning
First time that I sipped the red you woulda thought that I was dead
Money thoughts flow through my head I'm focused tryna dodge the feds
Niggas do too much, for some clout, they just want some cred
My name in her phone, bakers man, I bring home the bread
Pockets chunky so I walk like Humpty Dumpty3
It's a 8th in this backwood so this bitch look lumpy
Air suspension in a S class, don't feel nothing when its bumpy
I be flawless sipping juice, get in tune, like I'm Lucki
I should carry some cologne cuz the weed get kinda funky
When I jump up on the beat they ooo and aaa just like a monkey
Was never really into fashion, hop out fast cars looking bummy
Yo thumb green, cuz of luck, mine turn blue, from this thumbing

Written by:
Carson Hedgepeth, Chase Shaw, Victor Hill

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