Triple Bitch Mafia

Triple, triple, triple, triple

Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy

Fli-Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry

Triple bitches talkin shit, f**k you hoes are gonna die

Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness

Break the law so super slaw, boy you can't compare to this

Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes

Bet that tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow

Now the f**k you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese

Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.

Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house

Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout

Nigga youse a bitch when I get'cha they gone miss you punk

Tie you to my nigga's bumper but busta you won't reach the trunk

Crunk from the funk and blunt now my bodies numb

Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some

Just cause you crave, dig yo grave time to stop ya

Proppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia

Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin

Three six runnin

(4x)

Man I wish you niggaz would, do the shit you clam you could

Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my f**kin hood

Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts out a sack

I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack

In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya f**kin heart stop

Drop to ya f**kin guts, leave you reachin for ya glocks

Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces and the "L" sign

Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line

Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes

Any bitches clamin sixes ho you goin up in smoke

As I hear them country raps, comin from a Crunchy Blac

Man you soundin super wack and Fly know who behind that

Pranksta Boo, ho you through, ho I gotta get you too

Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew

And to you, you handicap bitch ya I'm watchin ya

Flizy gone assassinate the triple bitch mafia

Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up

Runnin felony or jack, f**k around and get it stuck

Buck feelin f**ked now what's up, put you on the spot

Triple sissies sayin shit, Marcus pass that plastic glock

Put the pistol in yo face, if you run f**k the chase

Hollow tips would stop the pop and lemon pillers win the race

Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low

Busta takin off the map, wonder do yo roadies know

Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler than a fan though

Riden wit the triple bitch is but ana 'ho

Now you know, and to you, busta bitch call him Koop

Talk so weakly to that bitch, now that ho is runnin you

Juicy clam he smokin sqaures playa know you a lie

As we cheefed them mega blunts, I thought you was bout to die

Now I'm stayin super high ana bring that trigger itch

If you keep on talkin shit, I'll triple fix a triple bitch

[Talking until end of song]