G.T.
Mafia
[Intro]
Ok Kmoney

[Verse 1 ?]
[?] on my feet
I'm rolling like [?]
A hundred for a G
Go until you get that [?]
Busters like to talk, [?] like to squeeze
Fucked your main squeeze, I do not believe
That shit y'all talking, I be big boss hogging
Hoes call my phone, but the feds calling
Hoes call my phone, but [?] calling

[Verse 2 ?]
Lately I've been with my n***as, [?] offace
[?] chill with bosses
[?] making threats [?]
[?] when I shoot you n***a [?]
I been chasing money since a lil n***a
How the fuck you still think that I'm good, n***a?
Never [?] I wish you would, n***a
[?]

[Verse 3: G.T.]
Blow bagging, chain swanging
[?] young n***a, we find out
Stay location, send my young n***as
I gang bang
Left side where that red flag hang
No time for blame games
We let they brains hang
Broad day
We ain't got time [?]
Shit got hot today, but we don't trip, we just go out the way
Where the fuck is Rocaine
Put him hip to this play
I'm pissed off, cause [?]
[Verse 4: Molly Brazy]
I'm only 17, and I got grown bitches mad
I don't argue, I sit pretty, and [?] cash [?] your dad
You dont sell shit, no lil n***a, you ain't slanging
Hand around real killers, JoyRd
[?] lil bitch, I'm just out here chasing chicken
Real bosses no losses, bitch, we on a money mission
I put money on your head, lil boy, without a ticket
And I know you heard snitches get stitches, you better listen