[Intro]
We got lil Austin on the track, bitch I'm really with that
You know OTM with it bitch
Djae in this bitch nigga (Scotty Cain)
Yeah (Nigga know what up) he know
Run a nigga down ([?] his own [?])
223 [?] (We'll bust a nigga shit for real)
Ain't no survivors you caught the divers, [?] around
Man fuck a nigga man
Lil Austin On Tha Track
Mafia
[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
[?] hunnid, [?] be quiet somebody coming
Heard [?] run up on his shit and start to dump him (Pow pow pow pow)
[?] 'cause that bitch went empty
Swipe a bitch for another Glock, get 'em right back on the mission
I [lurkin'?] you dissin', I'm on yo street with a 223
Stalk him and run him down by the corner, put him on the [?]
You ain't on my level with them [?] boy you under me
[?] nigga like a [?]
I'm comin' with a drummer, bitch my gun a automatic
[?] whether he like burning plastic
[?] bitches [?] yo shit and make you go get stitches
And this for yo niggas, step outside the club bitch I'ma zip ya, fuck it
Clutch on anything I see you came with (What up)
Snuck in with the forty with the dick 'cause they don't search the clique
Like 300 bitch we got them forties with them thirty stick
Knock yo ass if you don't cooperate, we do some dirty shit
That Mafia
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
Stomped a nigga, catch a nigga slippin' (What up)
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing (Pow pow pow pow)
Stomped a nigga, and catch a nigga slippin'
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Bust 'em up)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (What up)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Djae)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Yeah)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Bust these niggas up, man)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Fuck niggas up, nigga)
[Verse 2: OTM Djae]
[?] but I see you ain't with that
When them forties go click-clack, yo head go splish-splash
We run off in yo shit I go ape with banana clips
My mind gone, I'm lost, out the cage, so stay away
Make them choppas get to whackin' and wet you up like some porn
I shoot to kill and that's for real, my nigga you been wrong
Keep the street, a young nigga with cream, whatchu mean
Call Scotty, he catch bodies, leave a young nigga with beams
I hit licks and stick shit, get money then I flip it
I don't rap beef I just spit shit
Like scissors, I rip it
Get zipped up, body bag
Don't make me catch one
If you catch me slippin' I ain't trippin', that's a [?]
I don't know why these niggas play both sides, get tied up
Like both times get hit, with four fives, oh my
I'm a real nigga, big pistols (So don't try)
I creep and bust you up and leave a nigga with clothes dyed
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
Stomped a nigga, catch a nigga slippin' (What up)
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing (Pow pow pow pow)
Stomped a nigga, and catch a nigga slippin'
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Bust 'em up)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (What up)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Yeah)
Bust these niggas up, we creepin'
Bust these niggas up, we creepin' (Bust these niggas up, nigga)
[Outro]
Stomped a nigga, catch a nigga slippin' (What up)
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing (Pow pow pow pow)
Stomped a nigga, and catch a nigga slippin'
Up the choppa and leave that nigga missing
