Real Mafia lyrics

[Intro]
(Brr, brr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em)

[Verse]
Ayy, play the beat, bro, let me talk about my life (Real sh*t)
Since thirteen, I been playin' with these pipes
And you better have one on top if you stoppin' at that light
Mama looked at me like, "Son, the sh*t you doin', it ain't right" (Alright, nah)
But before they take my life, mama, I'ma go do life (Sit it down)
12-7 JackBoiiz, real mafia (It's the gang)
I had to rob as a kid, all kinds of stuff (Ayy, ayy)
Ooh, that's a shame-shame, little bitty said the condom bust (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
Free the chain gang, they set him on the mob and bust (Free the demons)
He not gangway, you n*ggas knew what time it was
But, shh, wе ain't gon' speak upon it (Hell nah)
Slo-Be always pick mе up 'cause I'll leave somebody (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Dog said he ain't never killed a man, but he seen a body
Damn, huh, that's just funny to me (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
If li'l mama want my time, come get some money with me (Hope on this load)
I don't play games, I ain't no kid, it ain't a chuckle in me (No)
Real recognize real, so real n*ggas f*ckin' with me
Yup, ah, they salute me
You don't like who I'm affiliated with, then, n*gga, shoot me (Do what you do)
Scuba divin', I just almost drowned in that pus*y (Ocean)
I don't want him 'round if he a clown, real rookie (Nah)
It's just me and my round, we ridin' 'round, blowin' Cookie
He don't want no body, if he did, he could've cooked me (No, he don't)
n*ggas pus*y and I ain't finna lie about it (Uh-uh)
They took your brother, stop the cryin' and go slide about it (n*gga, slide)
We call the Drakey baby dragon, it spit fire out it (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
She got the rental in her name, oh, we slidin' out it
n*ggas goofy, in they section, everybody clownin' (Don't come 'round)
He in this water, he can't swim, then you know he drownin'
She said, "Your jeans hella tight," bet I whip thirty out it (Thirty thou')
And I ain't talkin' 'bout my pole, I'm talkin' thirty thousand (I'm thirty thou')
We came from robbin' n*ggas, poverty, and public housing (Public housing)
You feelin' froggy, n*gga, leap, stop with all the bouncin' (Ayy, stop with all)
What? n*gga, 'cause we'll get it poppin' (We'll get it poppin')
b*tches chase me in the mall when they see me shoppin' (When they see me shoppin')
Oh, he talkin' like he sick? Bro'll leave him topless (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
AKA Mr. Bin Laden, n*gga, we be mobbin' (It's the gang)
These hoes boosie, I ain't lyin', they be really flodgin' (Hell nah)
He in my hood sellin' shh, gotta pay some homage (We on his ass)
Stupid, silly, n*ggas hilarious (Hahaha)
Everybody Hates Chris, know he a Darius (Hell nah)
I need a ring for the streets 'cause I married it (Ayy)
Big-booty b*tch bouncin' ass, ooh, she very thick
Ayy, ooh, she very thick
Big-booty b*tch bouncin' ass, ooh, she very thick