Faze - Mafia lyrics

Mafia-Written by FAZE (Yea) (It's Fizzle) (Let's get it) (Uh) (Verse 1, and only verse) They call me Mr. Boombastic Shaggy in the house, Scooby snacks for your mouth Y'all need to hop off my dick Haters take a bow, when I spit I raise brows I'm co*ky on some rock sh** Swagger Mick Jagger, these rappers are hazards, it don't even matter 'Cuz I could ignore them like they don't exist Or just k** them all, Spartacus, I choose the latter And I'll k** a witness if I hear them chatter and quickly just run to the cops And tell them I stalk out my victims and wait til they gather, then pull to the scene with a Glock And shoot and just let off some shells like I'm really a master at making sure targets get shot I'm the Don Corleone of the written word, f** these rappers, I'll k** them, I want them to stop Please put down the mic You belong in a circus, clown and bike Don't make me hurt you and get your wife drowned in ice And sell your family to China for a new iPhone and a pound of rice You think you racing me? Nah, you ain't chasing me dog What's a Lamborghini Mercy to a mountain bike And that's word to J. Cole, they used to call me young Simba But I'm all grown now and I'm bound to bite I'm the king of the jungle Y'all like to stay in the struggle These quote, unquote tough n***as, they just playing with bubbles And when I spit, I will flood you These n***as making them puddles You don't got permission to call the play unless Faze in the huddle I just wanna win...is that too much to ask for? Or do I have to bury you down six feet deep of asphalt? That's neither here nor there, I'm pa**ed all that I'm doing doughnuts in my notebook, I lap y'all raps Please put the pen down, y'all whack, y'all trash I'm a tiger on the page, y'all scratch, I slash Ran into a shorty that I used to go to high school with, thought she was the sh** 'cuz her a** so fat She probably thought I was a s**er, I don't give two and a half motherf**ers 'bout that sh** Make your a** go clap I run this town I'm not talking about a country full of fiends when I say Roc Nation I happen to gravitate to the Hennessy bottle, I keep a cup full of brown Don't ask, not chasing But please don't think that I'm off my game, you won't catch me slippin' You can't out-rap me even if I buried myself, b**h you must be trippin' b**h you trippin', you's a fool Clumsy, trippin' over your shoes No wonder we don't have no leaders...they all follow the rules Y'all can label me as rude I'm crude, I'm a disrespectful dude But I refuse to not make moves and stay still like a chair, a stool f** you f** your life, f** your team, f** your crew Calling everybody friends, then you really are a fool 'Cuz if they are really down and you call yourself a crew There ain't a shadow of a doubt he will ever snitch on you And it's a f**ing shame how I learned that sh** 'Cuz I was one of them n***as that built bridges with everybody 'Til they f**ed everything up and they burned that sh** Old b**hes wanna show they face, curve that sh** I don't deserve that sh** Best rapper in the history of mankind, yes I wanna earn that sh** Y'all need a rapper that utter the most bu*ter flow, coming straight out the gutter I'm farmer Faze, imma churn that sh** Let me work, Loaded Lux You got weapons, better load them up 'Cuz I move like wheels when I'm spitting on a beat by Tay Better move, can't roll with us Let me get a kick, let me get a clap Let me get a mic so I can beast it on the track I bet they all wanna be friends now, see them outside You'll be lucky if you even get a dap So tell me how it feel How it feel, how it feel to be on the receiving end of the hate My n***a, now it's real, it been real in the field Oh Lord I'm k**ing these beats, let us pray f** a mixtape Play my sh**, I bet your sh** shake 'til your sh** break I'm the best, get that sh** straight I've been starving and nobody heard my stomach making noises Lyrically, I deserve a thick steak With a bad b**h, can't be average, never talk about marriage She chasing that green, broccoli, spinach, peas, cabbage And if I throw my balls, she gon' hit it out the park She has an exceptional batting average And doesn't have a baby carriage She keep it real if you ask it n***as want to hit, she tell them wrap it up, plastic She doesn't go around town s**ing mad dick Sorry, not sorry, if that image in your head was graphic I can't save her though Cuz I never been Captain Save-A-Ho Got dumb broads thinking that they hot sh** with that horse in their hair But can only afford oatmeal, quaker flow Amazing though How bad I wanna make it Your lyrics be grounded, I'm waiting on my spaceship Your lyrics is trash, they belong in the garbage Haters go "Faze, why the f** you so abrasive for?" Am I rubbing off on you? Did your plane crash on a strange land? Did you wake up from a strange a** dream? Is this Lost: Part 2? Got high last night, think I lost my shoe Booooy You think you a baller? Call yourself A.I, tryna use all my moves You'll get automatically injured, put you on the DNP list Better think twice trying to cross my crew You got a cross-eyed view (Woooo) So you will never be able to look eye to eye to me Sick of all these n***as jacking my flow, trying to call it flattery disguised as robbery Funny how I gotta spit a flow, trying to talk to these whack a** hoes even wanna say hi to me "Fizzle, I always loved your songs I been a fan since day 1" b**h, don't even lie to me I know the truth And I know I'm the truth and I know that you trying to get loose So what's up with you We can sip on this Goose and then smoke on this piff and then kick off them shoes k** that p**y, I'm not in the news I'm sorry if that came off rude But that's all that I wanted to do I'm a fool Uh (Tay Beatz, wattup n***a) (Y'all n***as really ain't f**ing with me though) (Uh) (That's word to every hair on my beard, y'all n***as is a**) (It's Fizzle) (Uh)