NoCapAP, Swavyy! - Mafia Lyrics

Uh, These guns they came from da' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still running my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still running my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Yeah,
Short lil' nigga I still keep me a pole
The height on the barrel will gimme some more
5'3 wit' a long ass scope
Count up my records it hang like a rope
And I ain't gonna cap, a nigga still broke
I ain't like these niggas I really do tote'
I Ain't beefing wit' niggas it's chicken wit' niggas I'm winning I might up da score
Got the drake throwing jabs every time that it blow
I'm ready to kick down your door
I really just want me sum' glow
Came up from poor and slept onna' floor
Choppa start drag racing when I yell go
Shout out the ones held me down on da' low
Got put away, I still never told
I'll remove your misery as well as your soul
December last Christmas, god Gave me coal
December this Christmas I got me a pole
And it stick to your nose
Please don't fold
And don't be too bold
October 26 got put away
I spent Thanksgiving just countin' my days
They let me out in like 2 months hooray
Now I'm in foster care shit, that's great
I got some anger built up so don't try me
I'm tryna' heat up this Glock, fry beef
He got shot up that's tough, white T
6 days later, my uncle done died
Grandma see my eyes, she wanna cry
Niggas traumatized I cannot cry
Next time I'm mad, the next time they die
And fuck every nigga that fuck with that side, uh
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia
I gotta' stick from the mafia
They be like Swavyy there nobody stoppin' ya
They see me up, niggas started poppin' up
You ain't my nigga,
So nigga I'm droppin' ya'
They tryna' put me away ima' get out
And feed all my niggas even if we fell out
Gotta' brand new stick come see what it let out
He finna D-I-E wit' that spell out
That boy an R-A-T, he a sell out
I don't trust these niggas I gotta spread out
I'm makin bread now, she wan' give head now
They show me love every time that I step out
Talk on my name, I'm blowin' ya' neck out
This not a game lil' bro got his TEC out
These niggas switched onna' gang
They fessed' out
I be in my own lane never check out
Either way I'm still worried bout' money
Either way I ain't worried bout' hoes
When I get up ima still be me niggas switched up but I still stick to my code
Wasn't nobody for me I was stuck in the cold
Summers hot but I still keep me a coat
Run up on me you gon' see what's the status
G-4-5 that's a
Bitch what the fuck did you think that it was
You gotta' keep it if you gettin' buzz'
If you try to reach, then buddy your done
My niggas sticked up don't be dumb
My niggas sticked up they ain't got drums
He said he gon' shoot nigga kill sum'
That boy for the youth he don't drill nun'
I be wit' the smoke like I don't got lungs
(Like I don't got lungs!)
Uh, These guns they came from the' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bandz ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stank' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stank' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia.
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia

Uh, These guns they came from da' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still running my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still running my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Yeah,
Short lil' nigga I still keep me a pole
The height on the barrel will gimme some more
5'3 wit' a long ass scope
Count up my records it hang like a rope
And I ain't gonna cap, a nigga still broke
I ain't like these niggas I really do tote'
I Ain't beefing wit' niggas it's chicken wit' niggas I'm winning I might up da score
Got the drake throwing jabs every time that it blow
I'm ready to kick down your door
I really just want me sum' glow
Came up from poor and slept onna' floor
Choppa start drag racing when I yell go
Shout out the ones held me down on da' low
Got put away, I still never told
I'll remove your misery as well as your soul
December last Christmas, god Gave me coal
December this Christmas I got me a pole
And it stick to your nose
Please don't fold
And don't be too bold
October 26 got put away
I spent Thanksgiving just countin' my days
They let me out in like 2 months hooray
Now I'm in foster care shit, that's great
I got some anger built up so don't try me
I'm tryna' heat up this Glock, fry beef
He got shot up that's tough, white T
6 days later, my uncle done died
Grandma see my eyes, she wanna cry
Niggas traumatized I cannot cry
Next time I'm mad, the next time they die
And fuck every nigga that fuck with that side, uh
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia
I gotta' stick from the mafia
They be like Swavyy there nobody stoppin' ya
They see me up, niggas started poppin' up
You ain't my nigga,
So nigga I'm droppin' ya'
They tryna' put me away ima' get out
And feed all my niggas even if we fell out
Gotta' brand new stick come see what it let out
He finna D-I-E wit' that spell out
That boy an R-A-T, he a sell out
I don't trust these niggas I gotta spread out
I'm makin bread now, she wan' give head now
They show me love every time that I step out
Talk on my name, I'm blowin' ya' neck out
This not a game lil' bro got his TEC out
These niggas switched onna' gang
They fessed' out
I be in my own lane never check out
Either way I'm still worried bout' money
Either way I ain't worried bout' hoes
When I get up ima still be me niggas switched up but I still stick to my code
Wasn't nobody for me I was stuck in the cold
Summers hot but I still keep me a coat
Run up on me you gon' see what's the status
G-4-5 that's a
Bitch what the fuck did you think that it was
You gotta' keep it if you gettin' buzz'
If you try to reach, then buddy your done
My niggas sticked up don't be dumb
My niggas sticked up they ain't got drums
He said he gon' shoot nigga kill sum'
That boy for the youth he don't drill nun'
I be wit' the smoke like I don't got lungs
(Like I don't got lungs!)
Uh, These guns they came from the' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bandz ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stank' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stank' like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The' mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia
Uh, These guns they came from
The mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink' like tilapia.
Uh, These guns they came from the mafia
Gotta' african bitch, from swansea
I'm still runnin' my bands ain't no la-di-da
Damn, and your bitch, she stink like tilapia