Krokidil Mafia

[Intro]

Mafia, mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia



[Hook]

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya



[Verse 1]

My city dry

I need to get high

So I call up the plug from another city and get supplied

I call him up, he say 40 for a half quarter

I'm like hold up and then I'm like aight n***a

I'm like I gotta go

I pack the .44

I talk to my n***a Khroam

As I smoke a bowl

And we get ready, to stack some dough

You know how it go

Yeah ho



[Hook]

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya

Krokidil Mafia, mafi-ya-ya



[Verse 2]

These drugs got me feeling good, on some Future shit

Popping Percs and smoking kush n***a fuck a bitch

And you know I stay trippy like Juicy J

Flipping tons of bricks, way more than yo average

Higher than King Kong and god himself

12 Guage on the shelf

I'm high like greek gods, your like a elf

Yeah you better watch yourself n***a

You better watch yourself n***a



[Outro]

Mafia, mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia, mafia