
Playas, we are now taking over Your motherfucking airwaves Thank you, for tuning in Ok I peep this game, with two mafia bosses A deuce verbal abuse, make a nigga nautious See Poyo, up on a whole 'nother page Breaking the stage, make a million dollar wage Can’t fade, aces of spade on vocals Two Glocks two holsters, lead swarm like locusts Stock broker, stereo killer peep my vocals Steady peeping game, through my Gucci bifocals I done told you once, I done told you twice Rolex’s full of ice, on point precise Red beans and rice, as my ghetto entree Big bosses don’t play, call me Sensei Verbal AK, assassinating tracks Snapping they backs, and bleeding mics on wax And in fact a bunch of crack, took me to my stacks Now relax and feel the heat, from this verbal impact I done told you, when we hit the scene man it’s over We some mob niggas, push a big Range Rover City to city, and state to state Ain’t nothing else to do, but what regulate I promise cuz niggas ain’t ready for me, the Grand Pappy Mafioso, peep game my stilo Is out of control, brick hauler shot caller Creeping with Big E, in a wide body Impala Through the state, when me and Poke regulate Congregate, so we can make them platinum plates Too late to jump down, see we setting it off In your face head of the race, and getting a taste But it’s big ass pie, and the problems in my eyes See I got’s to grind and get it, big niggas on the rise Taking hoes from Colorado nigga, and Caligula See me on the whip side baby, so I can get with ya A shop like Vivica, cause she’s the fox Bring a watch filled with baguettes, and my 18's knock Let the top drop playa, in the Bentley Azur Mafioso and Poyo, is wrecking for sure I heard that Peruvian weight with flakes, move better upstate Me and Podin, in Arizona dumping off crates Little crates of cakes, got the whip got the scrape Ain’t no jamming the breaks, equate loot in the tailgate We got 49 of the states, nigga that we that conquer 18 when I’m wrecking, like I’m driving a Tonka Pushing off ya And I’m whipping the cheese, to make dollas Candy Impala, Sacci stitches on my collar And hoes holla, when we hit the place Wrecking they face, alligator on my waist See it’s no time, for hate Click tight, like face Was it the diamonds that hit you, or the mace Cause you niggas I done told ya, when we hit your streets bitch it’s over We mobbing over niggas, in a big Range Rover Tipping the car over, stretch 'gini with a sheuffer Praying to Jehovah, this balling is never over With our pictures on the poster, reading they want it Conducting bidness with a taser, in a big 600 They all up on it, I floss it and flaunt it cause I want it With a beam on the gauge, ready to shit on my opponents (*talking*) Know I’m saying, know I’m tal’n bout Real off in here (real), Big Pok' Grand Pappy Mafioso, know I’m saying Chevis Entertainment, it’s real Woss Ness Feel that, feel they hate it Cause I done told ya
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