Mustachios - Black Soprano Family ft. Heem B$F, Boldy James, Chase Fetti

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Let's get it

Ayy, hear me, these niggas sick I came Stanley Steemer

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, boomerangin' on my [?][0:15]

All them glass slippers and pumpkins not no fairy tale

Put the blues on the iron maiden, that's a carousel

I'm Jay Jerkins with the morphine since Sam Perkins

For the fourteen, finger rollin', I think I'm Iceman Gervin

Blunt in my left, steering wheel in my right hand, swervin'

Three thousand pills in a light tan 'Burban

Off of I-10 merging to my Turkish plug with Durk and cuz

Burnin' crud, these niggas lie more than a Persian rug

I'm in the woo where uncle woadie touchin' big baggies

[?][0:48] on the IQ, it's like the Mix Factory

Ever since the death of Daphne, I been livin' dastardly

Poured the drank so thick, my cup look like I'm sippin' daiquiris

While all these niggas rappin' me, it ain't no cappin' me

It's mafia, what else? You already know where we at with me, let's get it (Uh, uh)

Just got a chopper with the dirty wood

My name good, I'm from a dirty hood

Fuck with Crips, but no Bloods bigger than Suge

Heard him talkin', I wish he would

First he say it to my back, then he give me dap and show me love

I'm quarterbackin', throwin' slugs

Break a quarter down in crumbs, hit the block, and run it up a dub

Got dead homies, many hold a grudge

I need revenge in blood, I'm thinkin' 'bout it, slippin' on my gloves

When I die, tell 'em give me doves

And take me through the slums, point 'em in the sky, empty out the guns

Smokin' stinky, fuckin' up my lungs

We dress up like bums, use sneaker boxes like they trust funds

They turned on me, I trust none

Dumpin' ashes off the blunt as I'm plottin' on my next run

Could hit the plug, tell him, "Send a ton"

But fuck that, I'm done (Uh)

I'm tryna stash a milli' for my son

I make that coke walk on water like Jesus' legs (Uh-huh)

Raided the 'rib twice, I beat the feds (I beat 'em)

My three-five the size of Easter eggs (That's a fact)

They say that life's a gamble, but I keep some spread (Keep it)

I call your shorty if I need some head (Hahaha)

And I could tell you how her mind work (Tell you)

But you can ask the fiends and they gon' tell you how my dimes work (Uh-huh)

You bums can't even find work (Fuck out of here)

But I'm hirin'

Disrespect, then they firin' (Brrt)

On the block like I'm Burnham, I'm shootin' until I'm tired

I'm the God, nigga (I'm the God)

Service is where I learned how to swipe the card, nigga (What up?)

You know who we are, nigga (Uh-huh)

Biceps is swole from shootin' diddy in they arm

My dope a nine, this shit the bomb (Uh-huh)

I be feelin' like Saddam, nigga (That's a fact, nigga)

Look, a whole war 'cause you ain't cook it to the oils (Fuck)

So I gots to have them hitters lookin' for you (Brrt)

You wrap it in that plastic, have niggas distribute for you (Uh-huh)

And you's a bitch, I tell 'em push up on you (Get him, nigga)