M.I.C Mafia!!! - Turbo

Moving fast you can't see me

Hittin' turbo on em
Down a back street
They ain't fuckin wit me
Runnin everyone like a track meet
So high you can't see me
Get in through the back if you 18
Hit it from the back there's no fading
Hit the'm crunches on her no gym membership for the waiting
Patiently
You ain't stressing me its a virtue
No questioning No interrogation

I know one thang I am boss material
Nasty like venereal
Pussy are you cereal
Imma eat it up you just a spoon full
Wish you had a bitch to moon you
Throw a couple dollas just to prove you a cool dude
Had to fuck a bitch wet at her spot no lube
You be getting fucked no vaseline need a ice cube
No Oshea
But these bitches be fuckin for the chips no frito lay
$50 for the hit that ain't a co pay
That's a fuckin trick for the treat no rabbit
Out the hat
That is not a magic trick
That's just tragic
Dumping out the window
Do the Spurlock
Hit the race on em
Tay K no Tupac
But I get a two pack for less than you do that
I be flipping packs like I work at the post
No my name es no Malone
Call me 2020 Al Capone
Spittin straight from the dome

Hittin turbo on em
Down a back street
They ain't fuckin wit me
Runnin everyone like a track meet
So high you can't see me
Get in through the back if you 18
Hit it from the back there's no fading
Hit them crunches on her no gym membership for the waiting
Patiently
You ain't stressing me its a virtue
No questioning No interrogation

I know two things
One is what I first told you
If you step to me that would be a bold move
Poppin all these bands that I'm running through
I be running up a check call my bank account a W
I done lent everything that I got to give
Now the profit needs to be returned so I can continue to grow my businesses
This is how I live
Young entrepreneur
You can ask the people to sooth suspiciousness
Man you always been a lil bitch
Cryin on the syllables
Boo hoo like a lil baby
No crippin' you a lil bitch they should call you lil boo
That right there could have a double meaning one because you gettin dug out
Two because you fold and go ghost when your fam need you most
I'm here to expose the fakes from east to west coast
Leaving this track seeming like
Oh oh Oh

Hittin turbo on em
Down a back street
They aint fuckin wit me
Runnin everyone like a track meet
So high you can't see me
Get in through the back if you 18
Hit it from the back there's no fading
Hit them crunches on her no gym membership for the waiting
Patiently
You ain't stressing me its a virtue
No questioning No interrogation

Written by:
Brian Bonsiero

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