Featuring Hustle Hard Mouse , Push & Lucky Don
[Hook]
Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
We gonna ball like there’s no tomorrow
Until they get it, this is us, against the world
I love my niggas, we the mob,
When my homies call, this how I greet them
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I put my niggas over these bitches
Put these bitches back in they place
Put that Aston Martin in drive
Put that 45 on my waist
Put that audemar on my wrist
Put them rubber bands on my cake
Put my broke back on the mac
And put these lames deep in the lake
I put them diamonds all on my neck
Put them bullets all in my tec
Put that game up over her ears
And put my dick between her breasts
Put them bottles up in the air
Put my homies all in my prayers
Put this in your brain
We’re the mafia, mafia
We’re here, we’re here, we’re here
[Hook]
Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
We gonna ball like there’s no tomorrow
Until they get it, this is us, against the world
I love my niggas, we the mob,
When my homies call, this how I greet them
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
See my money all in them bundles
Got bricks all in them duffles
Bitch niggas do what they can
Real niggas do what they want to
Nah, nah, y’all done heard of my name
Not associated with lames
Hustle hard mouse nigga air them out
That nigga don’t play no games
Nah, nah, nah I, I live and die
Know how I get it, shit I spit it
Like it’s homicide
It’s in my spirit, got a feeling
Know that I'ma ride
It’s for my niggas, for my niggas
Know that I’ma die, I’d fucking die
[Hook]
Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
We gonna ball like there’s no tomorrow
Until they get it, this is us, against the world
I love my niggas, we the mob,
When my homies call, this how I greet them
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
What up son, I’m buryin in it
You can’t shake me bitch, I’m steady in it
My ball game wasn’t above the rest
So I had to go and get birdie in it
All I know is 36, break it down, white dirty bitches
My whip clean but I’m dirty in it
Got black strapper got 30 in it
Extend all to pretend hoe
You ain’t bout this life
If you are death pro then I’ma sin for
Diving up in your red eyes
The mob handle they bizz
You niggas know what it is
Take a village to raise them kids
But take one hour to raise my sis
Now look around, it’s luck nigga
And I don’t give a fuck nigga
The mafia, we tough niggas
And y’all niggas is dumb niggas
Straight dick in the butt niggas
Did a dime I cut niggas
He be with them, so what nigga
So what nigga, so what
I control this and make whoever hold this
You can ask my hood I was never no bitch
Little nigga lightweight, heavy fork lift
You the nigga don’t live life like this,
Not like this, not like this, not like this
It’s the mafia, bitch
[Hook]
Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
We gonna ball like there’s no tomorrow
Until they get it, this is us, against the world
I love my niggas, we the mob,
When my homies call, this how I greet them
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?
I say, I say, I say
What up son?