Mafia Business - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aye

(I love this shit, Nino)

Rich Slime

You know I'm 50'd the fuck up

Clayco, nigga

Aye

[Chorus]

Yeah, this that mafia business, you cannot get in it

Life is a book and it's already written

Got a switch on the Glock and you know it be spitting

These niggas really be acting like bitches

If he ain't with it, I'm keeping my distance

BeezyB, that is my nigga, my henchman

He always told me he ride with that pistol (Casok)

If a nigga try to play then you know it's good riddance

I'm living this life and it's already written

No GTA, but I'm doing them missions

In the Maybach, got me feeling like Clinton

You tryna' walk in my shoes but I see they ain't fitting

I'm on the chase, man, its like Grand Theft Auto

Slimed his ass out now I got his ass [?]

All of my niggas somе fucking Diablos

[Verse]

Fifty round drums and they filled with them hollows (Fifty)

I'm on thе PJ with that shit like I'm Ralo

Back then fuck with us then it get crucial

Nowadays fuck with us then it get brutal

Glock 19, I been thugging like Fulo

Two .45s and you know they got rulers

Two black sticks and you know they got coolers

Got rich mob ties so you know I got shooters

Just hit for them racks, might go to my jeweler

I'm toting G9's, I ain't toting no Rugers

My shooter from Panama rocking that Puma

Hit his ass five times now he taking a mula

That money come fast but I need that shit sooner

Got choppers on choppers, my hood just like Iraq

Slimed the boy out, I just got him for five packs

Pull up in the car and you know I got five straps

Fifty round drum, yeah, I'm ready for combat

Yeah, walking around with a stick in my bookbag

AR-15 and that shit got a bookbag

I stay by the store, I just learned how to cook fast

I ran this shit up, I just got in my third stash

El Jefe, that shit stamped on my dog tag

I got a shooter, he shooting like Mad Max

If a nigga want smoke, it ain't nothing to get shit whacked

I'm hitting that Scar and you know it got kickback

Acting fake slow, man, you know the mob took that

Shoot your best friend now we smoking that new pack

On IG with the fire, know you won't shoot that

I just ran this shit up now you know I can't look back

All black European whip and it's matte black

Bro caught a body and went and got his face tat'