[Intro]
Aye
(I love this shit Nino)
Rich slime
You know I'm fiftied the fuck up
ClayCo n***a
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 n***as really be acting like bitches
If he ain't with it, I'm keeping my distance
Beezy B that is my n***a, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol (Casok)
If a n***a 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 it's like Grand Thеft Auto
Slimed his ass out, now I got his ass [?]
All of my n***as some fucking Diablos

[Verse]
Fifty round drums and they fillеd with them hollows
I'm on the 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 .45's 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 G .9's, I ain't toting no Rugers
My shooter from Panama rocking that Puma
Hit his ass five times now he taking [?]
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
Stay by the store, I just learned how to cook fast
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 n***a want smoke it ain't nothing to get shit whacked
I'm hitting that Scar and you know it got kickback
[?] but you know the mob took that
Shoot your best friend now we smoking that good 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 tatted
[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 n***as really be acting like bitches
If he ain't with it, I'm keeping my distance
Beezy B that is my n***a, that is my henchmen
He always told me he ride with that pistol
If a n***a 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 it's like Grand Theft Auto
Slimed his ass out, now I got his ass [?]
All of my n***as some fucking Diablos
(Casok)