Throw Dem 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?" Put ya hands on me I bet I turn this to a murder scene Glocks with beams, all us we be clutchin, Either that or choppas All of them be ready to go bang at you and yo lil' partners Dreaded up like I'm a Rasta, but I'm out of Ghosttown Play me, it's gon' go down, send orders if you up clown