Scotty Cain - Throw Them b**hes lyrics

n***a we throw them b**hes [x2] Mafia [Hook] My team flash racks We got these n***as mad I see yo b**h I flex just cuz she got a lot of a** n***a go to trippin b**h don't make me flash CainMusik an' 54 gon' get on a n***a a** We throw them b**hes Beat a n***a a** put him through the flo' We throw them b**hes f** talking b**h Imma dive and break yo nose We throw them b**hes He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes Beat his a** out the do' Get in that zone and act some mo' We throw them b**hes [Cain] 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' a** 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 b**h and knock off all yo car doors My cousin Joseph from hittin' licks, free bro Marco Throw them b**hes My youngins throw them b**hes And beef? We throw bullets out the clips until they empty I'm a menace, but b**h I'm still in it Go get a n***a just for bringin' me up in they mentions Money? b**h I get it, get a air bowl then flip it Tryna jack? b**h I got this Glock that got extensions I don't think you n***as really with this like I'm with this Chopper really school a n***a, call it early dismiss Mafia [Hook] [Zeke] 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 a** f**in' 'round with Harley Ken I got my rollin' racks Big stacks, I do numbers once I make it back ? hollin' f** ya, you know I'm gonna do you You see me in this chair, can't fight I gotta shoot ya [Harley Ken] Money can't be the f**in' dope charge Know some rich naggas from c**ain behind bars Two big meats, my n***a 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 f**in' life of a superstar Yeah, I'm flashy, every night I'm in a different car I ain't finna' throw them b**hes, finna k** ya boy [Hook] [Mark] Get the business clear, n***as p**y, I'm the only son Catch him talkin this lil' sh** 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 b**h I low-key yo b**h 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? [Ernest] A n***a 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 a** 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 [Hook]