throw them bitches

nigga we throw them bitches

mafia

my team flash racks

we got these niggas mad

i see yo bitch i flex just cuz she got a lot of ass

nigga go to trippin

bitch don't make me flash

cainmusik an' 54 gon' get on a nigga ass

we throw them bitches

beat a nigga ass put him through the flo'

we throw them bitches

fuck talking bitch imma dive and break yo nose

we throw them bitches

he tryna' run? get a nice grip to his clothes

beat his ass out the do'

get in that zone and act some mo'

we throw them bitches

mafia

all i ever wanted was a stack that's full of hundreds

mine gone

even thoughts

got me feeling 'hunned

hurt my heart to see my brother chad cain wanted

oh yeah

dude

imma' wack yo rattin' ass for pointin'

mobbin' in the old school monte carlo

in all black

wack and never rat

we ain't no marlo

chopper wack

i'll up this bitch and knock off all yo car doors

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

i'm a menace

but bitch i'm still in it

go get a nigga just for bringin' me up in they mentions

money? bitch i get it

get a air bowl then flip it

tryna jack? bitch i got this glock that got extensions

i don't think you niggas really with this like i'm with this

chopper really school a nigga

call it early dismiss

mafia

i got clutchin' habbits

so i got bustin' habbits

maneuver throw 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

hollin' fuck ya

you know i'm gonna do you

you see me in this chair

can't fight i gotta shoot ya

money can't be the fuckin' dope charge

know some rich naggas from cocain 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

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?

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?"