Lyrics Mafia - Shy Glizzy
Yeah
Young
Jefe,
holmes
Bitch,
this
is
the
mafia
I
don′t
play
no
games,
I
let
that
scope
aim
Cartier
frames,
smokin'
propane
Bitch,
I′m
ballin',
ballin',
just
like
King
James
Yeah,
your
bitch
keep
on
calling
(Yeah,
yeah),
I
let
the
phone
ring
Bitch
get
on
my
nerves,
but
damn,
I
like
it
when
she
twerk
I
know
she
really
want
me
(Yeah),
but
I
don′t
like
to
hurt
Keep
that
40
on
me
′cause
niggas
like
to
lurk
Bitch,
this
is
the
mafia,
you
know
we
got
that
work
(Mafia,
oh)
I'm
in
L.A.
with
a
quarter
mil′
on
me
(Yeah)
My
niggas
from
fake
money,
they
can't
wait
to
kill
something
It′s
been
some
time
since
I've
been
stunting
on
you
dummies
Bitch,
quit
all
that
lying,
know
how
a
real
nigga
coming
Gucci
flip
flops,
I′m
posted
in
the
jungle
Draco
make
you
hopscotch,
boy,
don't
act
funny
I
play
with
big
blocks,
this
ain't
rap
money
(This
ain′t
rap
money)
The
Rollie,
it
ain′t
tick-tock,
that's
word
to
my
mommy
(Word
to
my
mommy)
They
killed
my
brother,
that
shit
turned
me
to
a
demon
(Dirty,
dirty)
I
put
that
choppa
to
my
gut
and
I
don′t
see
shit
You
ever
seen
some
brains
splatter,
you
can't
believe
that
shit
Your
own
right
hand
man
ratted,
you
can′t
believe
that
shit
I
bought
a
mansion,
now
my
mans
feel
like
I'm
leavin′
them
(Goddamn)
We
all
came
from
the
same
ship,
but
I
had
leadership
(Goddamn,
goddamn)
If
he
ain't
tryna
row
the
boat
then
he
gon'
sink
the
ship
(Uh
huh)
Whole
hundred
come
off
the
boat,
I
really
seen
that
shit
I
don′t
play
no
games,
I
let
that
scope
aim
Cartier
frames,
smokin′
propane
Bitch,
I'm
ballin′,
ballin',
just
like
King
James
Yeah,
your
bitch
keep
on
calling
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
let
the
phone
ring
Bitch
get
on
my
nerves,
but
damn,
I
like
it
when
she
twerk
(Goddamn)
I
know
she
really
want
me
(Yeah)
But
I
don′t
like
to
hurt
(Goddamn,
goddamn)
Keep
that
40
on
me
'cause
niggas
like
to
lurk
Bitch,
this
is
the
mafia,
you
know
we
got
that
work
(Mafia,
oh)
I′ve
been
getting
all
this
paper
doing
stupid
shit
(Goddamn)
All
up
in
Louis
with
my
bitch,
we
going
ludicrous
(Goddamn,
goddamn)
Yeah,
I've
done
done
a
lot
of
shit
that
I
won't
do
again
(Won′t
do
it)
They
thought
I
would
grow
up
to
be
a
fuckin′
hooligan
(Oh,
oh)
Stackin'
it,
flip
it
(Stackin′
it,
stackin'
it)
Run
up
them
digits
(Run
up
them
digits)
Them
niggas
rap
about
it,
we
really
live
it
(No
cap)
I
was
really
poor,
ain′t
know
I
was
gon'
get
it
(Really
poor)
Now
we
at
the
Clear
Port,
me
and
my
hitters
Truckload,
woah,
woah,
money
don′t
fold
(Oh,
oh)
All
this
rose
gold
froze,
your
bitch
chose
(Wrist
on
froze)
Kick
that
door,
niggas
told,
I
stay
low
(Oh,
oh)
I
fuck
your
ho,
tip-toe,
I
gotta
go
(Young
Jefe,
holmes)
I
don't
play
no
games,
I
let
that
scope
aim
Cartier
frames,
smokin'
propane
Bitch,
I′m
ballin′,
ballin'
(Swish)
Just
like
King
James
(Swish)
Yeah,
your
bitch
keep
on
calling
I
let
the
phone
ring
Bitch
get
on
my
nerves,
but
damn,
I
like
it
when
she
twerk
I
know
she
really
want
me,
but
I
don′t
like
to
hurt
Keep
that
40
on
me
'cause
niggas
like
to
lurk
Bitch,
this
is
the
mafia,
you
know
we
got
that
work
(Mafia,
GG)
1 Gimme A Hit
2 30s, 50s, 100s
3 Where We Come From
4 Super Freak
5 Money Set (feat. Young Thug)
6 Do You Understand? (feat. Gunna & Tory Lanez)
7 Trap Baby (feat. 3 Glizzy & Pressa)
8 Diamonds
9 Bring It Back (feat. Smokepurpp)
10 Mafia
11 Get Money (feat. Rick Ross)
12 Live Up To the Hype
13 Problems
14 Wavy
15 The Carter (feat. YBS Skola)
16 Don't Talk To Strangers
17 Rich Shooters (feat. Q Da Fool)
18 I Need Mo (feat. 3 Glizzy)
19 Born Hustler
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