Letras
Fool around we'll gobble ya
Try to run, we'll just follow ya
Try to hide, we'll just find you there
What the fuck are you hidin' in
Take a knife and split you end to end
Throw you in the trash bin, leave some tire
Let 'em spin fly off in the B, feel the sting
I don't give a fuck I'm with my team
Cryptic Mafia, let it sing, Cryptic Mafia
We'll slaughter ya, fuck around, you will holler
Like your daughter in the back seat of a Saturn
When I look through the matter, little bastard
And I'm acting like a dragon, cause you're lacking
All the fire that I'm breathing, and ya screaming, but I'm
Blasting music so when I shoot you they won't hear it
Cryptic Mafia we will spill it, if shit moves we will kill it
A bitch want shit from us we will build up
One thing I gotta do, to get through to you, slap some sense into ya fool
Hit you with Nine, I know everything is fine, Nine, course I did, loading up the clip
To the lyrical Glock, mess around and let it pop, I'm not gonna lie, I'm not comin off the top, give me a paper
And a pen and I'll make ya fuckin heart stop, walk up to the mic slingin' straight head-shots
With the twist, with a plot, I'm pushin' cold steel, make his fuckin body drop, mind pop, blood clot
Bustin up on any block, don't play it boy you will get shot, no I didn't miss, what you think I'm not a shooter
Bitch check again dawg, I just dropped your ass like drake did to luda
Cryptic, no more pretendin, no more defendin, if you want the ball then start
Your battles, leave you hangin just beneath my barrel, see my eyes but you can never
Stare no, I've been on my mission, tryna find what I envision, bustin out then switchin
Got the fully automatic
So that anyone can have it, I've been draftin all black, can't catch a ride in my saddle
Bitch I only move forwards while you only run backwards, call yourself a typhoon, but
I'm a disaster, create your mistakes and I'll leave my face plastered, all over my town, say my name
Once and I'll just blow up your house
Look
No more sense in this shit, and I won't repent for no sins, I have no regrets and I do not
Fear death so when I fade into the black yea it is what it is, yea I'm ghost, disappear into
What I've wrote, ey, I don't care about feelings and I don't care about how many hearts
I've froze, G