[Intro]
Whatchu' mean I'm 'bout my [?]
The last nigga die who [?] trick
A nigga came up missing, [?] that I'm with that
Hollows ain't got no lame I'm quick to push a nigga shit back
You done heard of Chad Cain he [?]
Niggas lame [?] use your brain [?] brain in the [?]
[?] trigger happy and choppa bullets gon' come spray through the ratchet
[?] go missing
And you can duck, run and hide but them bitches coming through bricks
And I got the [?] from Chris, better take cover while I'm hittin', how the fuck you missin' [?] if you don't know me bitch
Nigga we throw them bitches
Nigga we throw them bitches
Mafia
Lil Austin on the track
[Hook: Scotty Cain]
My team flash racks
We got these niggas mad
I see yo bitch I flex just 'cause she got a lot of ass
Nigga go to trippin'
Bitch don't make me flash
Cain Musik an' 54 gon' get on a nigga ass
We throw them bitches
Beat a nigga ass, put him through the floor
We throw them bitches
Fuck talking, bitch I'ma dive and break yo nose
We throw them bitches
He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes
Beat his ass out the door
Get in that zone and act some more
We throw them bitches
[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
Mafia
All I ever wanted was a stack that's full of hundreds
Mine/Mind gone, even thoughts, got me feeling 'hunned (Damn)
Hurt my heart to see my brother Chad Cain wanted (It's fucked up)
Oh yeah, dude, I'ma whack yo rattin' ass for pointin' (Pah!)
Mobbin' in the old school, Monte Carlo
In all black, whack and never rat, we ain't no Marlo
Chopper wack, I'll up this bitch and knock off all yo car doors (Pah pah pah pah pah)
My cousin Joseph from hittin' licks, free bro Marco
Throw them bitches
My youngins throw them bitches
And beef? We throw bullets out the clips until they empty (Pah pah pah pah)
I'm a menace, but bitch I'm still in it
Go get a nigga just for bringin' me up in they mentions (For real)
Money? Bitch I get it, get a air bowl then flip it
You tryna jack? Bitch I got this Glock that got extensions (Extensions)
I don't think you niggas really with this like I'm with this (Uh uh)
Choppers really school a nigga, call it early dismiss
Mafia
[Hook: Scotty Cain]
My team flash racks
We got these niggas mad
I see yo bitch I flex just 'cause she got a lot of ass
Nigga go to trippin'
Bitch don't make me flash
Cain Musik an' 54 gon' get on a nigga ass
We throw them bitches
Beat a nigga ass, put him through the floor
We throw them bitches
Fuck talking, bitch I'ma dive and break yo nose
We throw them bitches
He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes
Beat his ass out the door
Get in that zone and act some more
We throw them bitches
[Verse 2: Zeke]
[?] Zeke this to the feds though, fuck 'em
I got clutchin' habits, so I got bustin' habits
Maneuver through the city and the realluns' just for bustin at ya'
I told you don't make me flash, don't make me flash
See you done that bad, I gotta bust ya ass
Fuckin' 'round with Harley Ken I got my [rollin' racks?]
Big stacks, I do numbers once I make it back
[?] say hollin' fuck ya, you know when I'ma do ya
You see me in this chair, can't fight I gotta shoot ya
[Verse 3: Harley Ken]
Money can't be the fuckin' dope charge
Know some rich niggas from cocaine behind bars
Two big meats, my nigga Cut was the sickest
He showed me how to make a meal ticket in the kitchen
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up I'm tryna get rich
Now I live the fuckin' life of a superstar
Yeah, I'm flashy, every night I'm in a different car
I ain't finna' throw them bitches, finna kill ya boy
[Hook: Scotty Cain]
My team flash racks
We got these niggas mad
I see yo bitch I flex just 'cause she got a lot of ass
Nigga go to trippin'
Bitch don't make me flash
Cain Musik an' 54 gon' get on a nigga ass
We throw them bitches
Beat a nigga ass, put him through the floor
We throw them bitches
Fuck talking, bitch I'ma dive and break yo nose
We throw them bitches
He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes
Beat his ass out the door
Get in that zone and act some more
We throw them bitches
[Verse 4: Mark]
Fuck that nigga he pussy anyway (Luh)
Get the business clear, niggas pussy, I'm the only son
Catch him talkin this lil' shit
Bat him in his front
I touched 20 bands
Then I went crazy, It's me, I'm Mark
Valet park the 'vette at Nemus I am not a star, yeah
I be on yo bitch
I low-key yo bitch
She bought me some kicks
Then she got dismissed
I'm trainin', I'm trainin', I'm throwing like I'm Russel
Out his body, make him do Pilates on the muscle
What up?
[Verse 5: Ernest]
A nigga know I keep a pocket full of C-Notes, Swisher fulla' weed
A clip fulla' hollows to make you busters bleed
In the club wit a big ass pistol like, "Who gon' murder me?"
Put ya hands on me I bet I turn this to a murder scene
Glocks with beams, all us we be clutchin, Either that or choppas
All of them be ready to go bang at you and yo lil' partners
Dreaded up like I'm a Rasta, but I'm out of Ghosttown
Play me, it's gon' go down, send orders if you up clown
[Hook: Scotty Cain]
My team flash racks
We got these niggas mad
I see yo bitch I flex just 'cause she got a lot of ass
Nigga go to trippin'
Bitch don't make me flash
Cain Musik an' 54 gon' get on a nigga ass
We throw them bitches
Beat a nigga ass, put him through the floor
We throw them bitches
Fuck talking, bitch I'ma dive and break yo nose
We throw them bitches
He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes
Beat his ass out the door
Get in that zone and act some more
We throw them bitches