| Lyrics: | Intro:
Keep your plans on the low
Just another chamber, the swarm
Roll dark and deep,
Bobby Digital
Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate
Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math?
Mickey Mirrors,
true blessings
For what, X Era
Takin it to the clear this
year
{Myalansky}
Faggots nervous but it's time to dance with night strangers
Top
rap don, cuz Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack
your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock collar
Bite your fingerprints, make the
cops nog you
98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar
Escape jake fakin plot alot
hotter
Fake snakes smilin right in your face
Play this a lot smarter
{Joe
Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your
lab
Wu-Capone with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known
trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time before till
Wu-Syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe Mafia, Jay got me
in bicolulars
{Myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's nice
Rule
out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house
Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out
Rollin
wit a burner no doubt, shorty school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail
cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell
me throwing forty Cali's stainless
Cuz these empty slugs spit pain, killer
{Joe
Mafia}
Wylin on parole, so been on his rock
And Donny race spot it's way hot
Son of a
spray lock
Them mistress said it grazed his neck
Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his
wounds
Yo what the fuck can |
