Mafia-Written by FAZE
(Yea)
(It's Fizzle)
(Let's get it)
(Uh)
(Verse 1, and only verse)
They call me Mr. Boombastic
Shaggy in the house, Scooby snacks for your mouth
Y'all need to hop off my dick
Haters take a bow, when I spit I raise brows
I'm co*ky on some rock sh**
Swagger Mick Jagger, these rappers are hazards, it don't even matter
'Cuz I could ignore them like they don't exist
Or just k** them all, Spartacus, I choose the latter
And I'll k** a witness if I hear them chatter and quickly just run to the cops
And tell them I stalk out my victims and wait til they gather, then pull to the scene with a Glock
And shoot and just let off some shells like I'm really a master at making sure targets get shot
I'm the Don Corleone of the written word, f** these rappers, I'll k** them, I want them to stop
Please put down the mic
You belong in a circus, clown and bike
Don't make me hurt you and get your wife drowned in ice
And sell your family to China for a new iPhone and a pound of rice
You think you racing me? Nah, you ain't chasing me dog
What's a Lamborghini Mercy to a mountain bike
And that's word to J. Cole, they used to call me young Simba
But I'm all grown now and I'm bound to bite
I'm the king of the jungle
Y'all like to stay in the struggle
These quote, unquote tough n***as, they just playing with bubbles
And when I spit, I will flood you
These n***as making them puddles
You don't got permission to call the play unless Faze in the huddle
I just wanna win...is that too much to ask for?
Or do I have to bury you down six feet deep of asphalt?
That's neither here nor there, I'm pa**ed all that
I'm doing doughnuts in my notebook, I lap y'all raps
Please put the pen down, y'all whack, y'all trash
I'm a tiger on the page, y'all scratch, I slash
Ran into a shorty that I used to go to high school with, thought she was the sh** 'cuz her a** so fat
She probably thought I was a s**er, I don't give two and a half motherf**ers 'bout that sh**
Make your a** go clap
I run this town
I'm not talking about a country full of fiends when I say Roc Nation
I happen to gravitate to the Hennessy bottle, I keep a cup full of brown
Don't ask, not chasing
But please don't think that I'm off my game, you won't catch me slippin'
You can't out-rap me even if I buried myself, b**h you must be trippin'
b**h you trippin', you's a fool
Clumsy, trippin' over your shoes
No wonder we don't have no leaders...they all follow the rules
Y'all can label me as rude
I'm crude, I'm a disrespectful dude
But I refuse to not make moves and stay still like a chair, a stool
f** you
f** your life, f** your team, f** your crew
Calling everybody friends, then you really are a fool
'Cuz if they are really down and you call yourself a crew
There ain't a shadow of a doubt he will ever snitch on you
And it's a f**ing shame how I learned that sh**
'Cuz I was one of them n***as that built bridges with everybody
'Til they f**ed everything up and they burned that sh**
Old b**hes wanna show they face, curve that sh**
I don't deserve that sh**
Best rapper in the history of mankind, yes I wanna earn that sh**
Y'all need a rapper that utter the most bu*ter flow, coming straight out the gutter
I'm farmer Faze, imma churn that sh**
Let me work, Loaded Lux
You got weapons, better load them up
'Cuz I move like wheels when I'm spitting on a beat by Tay
Better move, can't roll with us
Let me get a kick, let me get a clap
Let me get a mic so I can beast it on the track
I bet they all wanna be friends now, see them outside
You'll be lucky if you even get a dap
So tell me how it feel
How it feel, how it feel to be on the receiving end of the hate
My n***a, now it's real, it been real in the field
Oh Lord I'm k**ing these beats, let us pray
f** a mixtape
Play my sh**, I bet your sh** shake 'til your sh** break
I'm the best, get that sh** straight
I've been starving and nobody heard my stomach making noises
Lyrically, I deserve a thick steak
With a bad b**h, can't be average, never talk about marriage
She chasing that green, broccoli, spinach, peas, cabbage
And if I throw my balls, she gon' hit it out the park
She has an exceptional batting average
And doesn't have a baby carriage
She keep it real if you ask it
n***as want to hit, she tell them wrap it up, plastic
She doesn't go around town s**ing mad dick
Sorry, not sorry, if that image in your head was graphic
I can't save her though
Cuz I never been Captain Save-A-Ho
Got dumb broads thinking that they hot sh** with that horse in their hair
But can only afford oatmeal, quaker flow
Amazing though
How bad I wanna make it
Your lyrics be grounded, I'm waiting on my spaceship
Your lyrics is trash, they belong in the garbage
Haters go
"Faze, why the f** you so abrasive for?"
Am I rubbing off on you?
Did your plane crash on a strange land?
Did you wake up from a strange a** dream?
Is this Lost: Part 2?
Got high last night, think I lost my shoe
Booooy
You think you a baller?
Call yourself A.I, tryna use all my moves
You'll get automatically injured, put you on the DNP list
Better think twice trying to cross my crew
You got a cross-eyed view
(Woooo)
So you will never be able to look eye to eye to me
Sick of all these n***as jacking my flow, trying to call it flattery disguised as robbery
Funny how I gotta spit a flow, trying to talk to these whack a** hoes even wanna say hi to me
"Fizzle, I always loved your songs
I been a fan since day 1"
b**h, don't even lie to me
I know the truth
And I know I'm the truth and I know that you trying to get loose
So what's up with you
We can sip on this Goose and then smoke on this piff and then kick off them shoes
k** that p**y, I'm not in the news
I'm sorry if that came off rude
But that's all that I wanted to do
I'm a fool
Uh
(Tay Beatz, wattup n***a)
(Y'all n***as really ain't f**ing with me though)
(Uh)
(That's word to every hair on my beard, y'all n***as is a**)
(It's Fizzle)
(Uh)