Big Sm4ckz - 9 hunnit Mafia

Go, Go,Sm4ckz The Biggest
We Mafia, MOB business You make the wrong move, we shot-sendin
Said y'all all outside, we block-bendin' I told The bitch, keep stirrin' until the
pot thickened
Sittin' on them Grams, nigga, you is not
grittin'
Your baby mama tryna fuck, but I'm thot-sendin
Heard you niggas wanted beef, but we got Chicken Suicidal thoughts bouncin' out on Glock missions
Lil bro was talkin' on the Gram, now his ass
missin'
Tell me who the fuck rolled this blunt, it's
not hittin'
If you sittin' on them Grams, you is not
Grittin' I been state to state, tryna make my
Guap triple Talkin' to the dog like I'm Dr. Dolittle
Couldn't get into the clubs, I was too little This That uncaged dog, we ain't breedin' in
No kennels 2012, nigga, them was mines, no rentals
Gotta stay blunted to suppress a nigga mental
Since a snotty-nosed bitch, I been had chicken Runnin' from the narcs in the hood, hittin
fences Bitch, you can't relate if you ain't grew up
In them trenches Or bouncin' out the load on them chase-Down missions
We Mafia, MOB business, you make the wrong move
We shot-sendin' Said y'all outside, we block-bendin
I told the bitch, keep stirrin' until the pot thickened
Sittin' on them Grams, nigga, you is not grittin
Your baby mama tryna fuck, but I'm thot-sendin' Heard you niggas wanted beef, but we got chicken
Suicidal thoughts bouncin' out on Glock missions
Lil bro was talkin' on the gram, now his ass missin (Chase him down)

Written by:
Shaun Roberson

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